Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-24416658-20170326053411

Nacoma raised her eyebrow.

"He's a sailor?" she asked sarcastically, "Goodness, I could never tell. It's not like he smelled like saltwater practically the entire time." She coughed, letting herself rock as the ship battered itself in the storm.

"You can teach him," she said, "If you can find him. After the Fall, the team broke apart. Last I heard, Seiriol is flying with her dad, Ana is here in Vale, and Hafleikr just...vanished. Broke Seiriol's heart, actually. My guess is he's sailing somewhere." She wiped her nose with her sleeve. Clearly she's coming down with some sort of cold.

"About your...I guess praise?" She looked at the window. "You'll find little rash judgement here in the Pilgrims. Our initiation helps us get through it all, but I'm guessing you know all about initiation already. As a matter of fact, you never answered me. What could there possibly be in the Pilgrims Archives that you don't already know?"