Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180429211140

Jorge smiles as he is helped up, a contrast to Tirush's fierce demeanor.

"I am well enough. A bit of pain in my ribs but nothing as bad as I last remember, just a little sore now."

Jorge feels the gentle breeze on his wet skin followed by a small panic at the thought of being unmasked. There was no reason to fear being recognized here but he still felt the need to hid his identity.

"Say... While I was down I had a dream that a little pup licked my face and seeing as you have my helmet I guess there's some truth to that dream. And your expression does not lie either I suppose."

Jorge looks around once the group atempting to gain insight of his surroundings and envoriment. He could feel the tension in the air and chose to show himslef once more. They needed a little light hearted humor and optimism lest the wyvern tear them apart or worse they all turn on each other and leave him to bury the remains. He noticed Prad in the distance and motioned him to come before noticing the somber way he carried himself. Perhaps Prad needed to shield his face more than he did.

"So what happened here? Where are our would be attackers?"