Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20151203041840/@comment-7489529-20151204181948

Sylvaine snapped out of the memories that had held her in such a trance. Smiling somewhat vacantly, she nodded.

"My grandfather made it. He's particularly good at making weapons, for an old farmer."

She shrugged. The two continued on their way to beacon, climbing down the cliff face and into the woods.

"I certainly hope we don't encounter any more grimm..."