Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140811065035

Phiorra gave an exasperated sigh, standing in Vale near the helipads. There were many pilots there willing to fly people to various destinations, but few were willing to go to a nearby Abbey when it was being attacked by grimm. Reports even spoke of a Nevermore taking rounds. She supposed it was what most would do, and re-steeled her resolve, ready to walk there should she need to.

She pulled out her scroll, glancing to check on her request one more time before heading off, tapping the Hand of God on a nearby wall, nervousness splaying her features. 