Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171205084914

(BT) There is silence for a moment, and it draws for an uncomfortable an almost uncomfortable amount of time.

That is until Sorsha manages a garbled chuckle.

Ashe's suspicion relaxes and she places a hand on Jorge's shoulder, "That is not as unheard of here as you think, friend."

[Indeed. Many a member has a checkered past of some kind or another.]

Ashe nods, "It is unsurprising that you have a Magic Tool. The Band is a place of second chances, and as such you were likely fated to find us."

"Grrr..."

[Sorsha is correct. If you wish to remove your armor, we do not care if we are questioned. If you, however wish to leave it on, simply be careful not to overextend yourself.]

They can hear the Blues nearby, which apparently prompts Sorsha to remove her helm and down a holstaur potion.

Her dead white eyes lock with her comrades, and she then nods as she stands, [It seems to be our time friends. Sorsha and I are not the best at planning, however I trust you and Lady Ashe to come up with something. I hope we may see you both again once this is over...]

Sorsha places her helm back on her head and makes for the exit, however Jorge has the chance to stop her if he wishes.