Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160722051434

Looking around I am conflicted about where to go. Whitemarch burns but again this presence is coming from the direction of the people. With a second of deliberation I rush in the direction of the refugees then feel a pang of pain. "Damnit, Aabi! Aabi... Simrit! Damn, sorry Simrit but I hardly knew you." I continue running the large group of people growing in the distance.