Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190219150149

She seemed to be smart enough to hold his sword arm tightly, and was now trying to wrap webbing around it to restrain him.

(Yes, Laurelie gets shot.)

The Dragon Zombie kept holding her leg, apparently in too much pain to leave. That flintlock was quite useful. She then looked to Fayard, wondering if he’d do something.

Roran nodded with a smile as he returned to the ship’s wheel, adjusting the course and checking the sails.