Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180410222905

There she was, Layoka, his daughter, his crutch. He could hardly make out her form due to the fog and Armata's bulk but nonetheless he felt relived when he heard her name. Taking a step forward Praetor froze in his tracks and looked on suspiciously. This was too easy. Why would they bait them on by releasing Layoka? Had they known that they arrived in the woods? No, its too much of a gambit for them to just release a prisoner in such a reckless way.

His eyes darted around the fog as his hunting instinct kicked in. Something deep inside told him that this wasn't his child. The chance of her finding them in this fog was astronomical... unless she was released and directed too us. Had this all ben an elaborate trap?

Praetor hunched low and pulled a flintlock pistol too big to fire anything smaller than a traditional round with any sort of accuracy.

"Something isn't right here... we need to leave this fog. NOW."