Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141128032451/@comment-11588669-20141130013649

The mute had found what he needed, but stopped when he saw the girl. Chamoisee was nervous. And seeing how she reacted, he could only assume the other person was the cause. The girl was frequently unsettled by others due to her scar.

Ambrose gently set his hand on her shoulder, trying to silently compell her to look at him. His posture spoke of reassurence, and his eyes asked a question that he currently could not write.

Do we need to go somewhere?