Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160720013359

Upon looking up at the distant mountains and the black clouds gathering there, Praetor's eyes wander. He looks over the countryside, the low hills between the peaks. He sees the people still coming down the main pass road. They don't move like people who are being chased. They don't have any idea what has happened yet. In the capital, it's different, as the fleeing Harpies have begun to tell their story, and the populace is now starting to get an idea of what happened to Iveria.

He watches the families, many of which are unloading carts and getting their posessions off. Mamono helping Man,  and vice versa---the slowly unfolding tragedy is making staunch allies of people who were perfect strangers only the day before.

In the distance, he sees one Elven family disembark from their elegantly carved wagon. He sees a man step off to help the children down...

...It's the Doctor.