Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-11588669-20151217231440

Once his shackles clattered to the floor, the were glanced around, eying his...companions keenly. They certainly held their own in the mad dash to safety, but at this point, there was a pitched war going on outside. Getting out of the city wouldn't exactly be the easiest thing to try to do, even if they all had their gear. Every single step would be bloody and risky, and then there was the army outside deciding to invade the region.

Nox was not amused by his predicament. In the slightest.

Though, he felt a certain serenity hit him when the bard started to play. The gnawing pain in his charred wrists faded to nothing, the skin slowly healing. There was a sickening series of crunching cartilage as Nox clenched his fingers, the pressure within releasing.

"Getting out of here would be a decent idea. It'll be a bloodbath along the way, though." He pointed out, wandering close to the bag with his gear. He grabbed all of his weapons, attaching them to the various portions of his body they normally rested on. "I don't know if anyone else heard it, but I heard War Drums. That's not a good sign."

Echion glanced at the talking Were, and tilted his head. The words made sense, but...

"Whose to say, if we wait here, the invaders won't let us out?" He countered. "If they're invading this place, they may not agree with he ideals. That just depends if anyone else wishes to just wait it out or get out of here quickly."