Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181105011202

Zafiah takes a confident step forward, steep in caution. Her hands steady themselves, perpetually poised to spring their respective blades out. Her voice conveys safety to those behind, a warning to those forward "Then I shall take point, to warn of anything I might spot".

The gray man slumps his head down, further lowering his hood as his pace brings him a few centimeters behind the glav, taking on a more monastic stance. No word escapes his silver and silk.