Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181102022412

The crimson woman takes a step forward, a regal bow forward to the inquiring one "I am Zafiah, one known as a hellblade. I draw my weapons in service to the weak and defenseless, in the name of the Lord of Ash and his covenant".

The gray one takes a more serene pace to be at sides with the glav, his gaze hindered by the merge of silk and metal, hood and mask. HIs greeting gesture take on the stance of a monk, hand on heart, a salutation done usually between brothers "Remy of the Ashen. A man proficient in mending tides.  As you might have noted, seeing smoke emmited from nowhere...not a siight for either to ignore".