Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-8397818-20170320213030

With a small struggle, Varen takes Cain's hand and stands up. The voices are still booming in his head. He takes his right arm and slides it over his chest as the brunt skin slowly fades away. It still hurts, but this is real, unlike the screaming voices that are in his mind.

"I indeed need something to put on,  but I also need my friends treated. " - Varen said as he did not move his gaze from the figure that was standing near Cain.

"They must remain unscathed, in all forms, and be brought back to the surface. They have no place on this ship."

Varen took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at his wounded companions.

"And then I will be satisfied with some dress, and undoubtedly be curious about this event that you are planning for me". - Varen said as he moved his sight from his party to Lord Cain.