Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200825030820

(Ser, that speech is taking place at the stronghold, not the village where Glen is.)

The recruits all look at one another before throwing up their arms in a unison cry. They were ready to march. They knew very well that some of them might not make it back, but they were ready and willing to accept that. Every last one of them.

The card was a simple design, it mainly thanked Beatrice and Ophelia for helping out with leadership and repairs.

"Aw really? I was hoping to have some company, but I guess I'll just head out on my own then." Ophelia replies starting to walk away. She's stopped when Elanor calls out to her. "Not so fast kiddo, I've got a few questions for you and you're not leaving until I get answers." She says walking towards the both of them. The look on Ophelia's face is terrified as she shakes in place, unable to move. Elanor's however is one of conviction, stern but not out right hate, her presence is noticeable to all around her.