Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180927042657

"It's ok Layoka. You're safe now. That awful place won't cause us any more problems. Not as long as I have my way with it."

Jorge turns and nods to Marcus as thethey gingerly slide the wounded Dragonoid onto the strecher. Removing his gloves he focuses once more on Tirush and attempts to gain a baseline vitals on her. Just like before he gingerly grabbed her wrist and placed his ear to her right chest, carefully listening for any breathing, lung sounds or irregularities. When he felt his work was sufficient he wrote down his findings in his sketchbook and carefully replaced it in his pouch before checking his medical interventions once more.

"So what now Marcus? Are you going to stay here, follow us to Whitemarch or are you going back to your family? It's been quite some time since you've been with them so I wouldn't blame you if you left."

Jorge reached for Layoka and gingerly plucked her from the maid's hands.

"Thank you. But sooner or later we're going to have to do something about that place. I'd rather not go back but seeing as they came here before... it would be best if we could stop it before it crossed."

Jorge caressed the child's long hair. What used to be a pure golden blond was now tattered and earthy. No longer was it pure and sweet, no... it was tarnished and would forever hold those scars.

"What will we do?"