Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170404021926/@comment-30014014-20170404224941

"Renounce your faith and flee. You are healed now" Oscar bids them, the former troopers feeling slightly better from their injuries.

''They look at each other and back at the mithril man. A long time of hesitation filters through their minds. By then, they take their Order 'crest' and let it fall. It seems being granted mercy has made them lose faith in their organization.''

"Where will we go? Where could be a place free of order and monsters?" pleads one of the men, unsure of what to do, with their cuts tied to their old order.

Oscar begins pulling out an old coin...