Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-33521582-20180721144141

Sister Irène followed Toma down the ramp, wrapping her cloak about her to cover her weapons, for the moment. The marshy ground was far from ideal for battle, but they were surely not expecting trouble just yet. She strains her eyes within her helmet, trying to make out details on the distant village, and examining the HUD's readouts of the sorrounding area.