Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20181205124022/@comment-31336039-20181209175901

Fayard felt a hint of anger in him. "She was so sure of her and that's the result...  Magic I swear!" He calmed down and retrieved the cloak of the rider he had shot. That he put on, before removing his helmet and hang it on his belt. "I have to do everything myself!" he coughed, hiding his head as best he could with the hood to protect himself from the cold and to be recognise too quickly.

He watched the situation a little longer. To act too fast was dangerous.