Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-13488655-20180116130133

Flint walked slowly with a slight limp, his bad hand in a cast to prevent a lot of movement. It was pretty obvious that he was a bit sour about the whole thing just from his facial expression.

Luckily Pen was next to him, offering him some friendly conversations to keep the boy's mind focused on something else while his body adjusted.

Mingan however.... Was standing at the back of the group, easily the most uncomfortable of the lot as she followed them home. Like most rogue Master Realm members, she was now likely on their hit list. But that wasn't what bothered her the most. What really worried her was facing Nickelae after all she did.