Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20180509011221/@comment-27550231-20180510061844

As if by instinct Ne'zon rubbed her head against her uncle's chest as she did many years ago when she was scared. Thunder, gargantuan creatures or even Erva. Whenever she felt threatened she would cling to him for safety as she knew that nothing wrong could happen when he was around.

In the room remained a few dark remnants of taint but as she nuzzled against him the shadows dissapeared leaving only the wood and stone that made up the inn. Ne'zon seemed unaware of the whole ordeal. It almost seemed as if she did not notice it or paid it no mind. Whatever it may be itbhad subsided and with it her sorrow.