Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-8397818-20161224132808

Varen spat blood from his mouth on the ruined ground. The psychic pressure on his brain made him pay in blood, yet the effect was worth it and he would recover in time given the proper rest.

"I will not look into his mind, as I doubt that I will find there anything of use, I also afraid that sergeant Autumn will not handle the mental strain that will come with my insight."

Once the battle was over, Varen could allow himself to take a couple of deep breathes. He felt the rebels' fear less and less, as if they were fleeing his psychic radar of emotions. Those with the fire in their hearts were still nearby him.

As the mortar fire ended, Varen got up and made slow but steady paces throughout the battlefield, making sure that it was safe to tread this settlement once more.

"I can sense the presence of the rebels no more. We are safe for now". - Varen addressed his party.