Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180716035529/@comment-31595069-20180901025228

Astalia hurried along with everyone outside the gate. Sword at the ready. Go for the weak ones...The weak looking ones! She spoke in her head as despite how energetic, goofy and a bit of a scatterbrain she was. Her skill was a sword was not bad.

She was a wannabe knight looking to be a king of knights after all. She carefully advanced with other soldiers, being very vocal. Calling out enemy attacks on their flanks. And doing what she trained to be. A knight. But she seemed cheerful still. “I may Be a wood league adventurer! But I’m still full of spirit!”