Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140425232137

Tanner sheathed his sword behind his back and walked over to Triste.

"Nay, refrain thine apologies. MY prayer had ended, yet I was plagued by the want to remain in respect. Thou hast not caused harm."

Tanner put an arm around Triste's shoulders, looking out over the city.

"Aye. At such distance, a Hold transforms into beauty solidified."

Tanner looked down at Triste, him being taller.

"Art thou cold? The winds have begun to ascend. Yonder chapel is warm. My recommendation is to claim refuge there."