Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-30715799-20191128200408

Kelli lost count at the sudden start of the priest. If not for the import and virtue of his words, she would have been annoyed.

He seemed judgmental, a trait she cared little for, but The Faith burned in him. That was good, Faith and Strength were one in the same as far as she was concerned. Perhaps Sawyer needed the fire of a dangerous mission to shape him into proper priest. Like one of the roaming ones that would sometimes, going from settlement to settlement, tending to their flocks spiritual needs, rallying the hearts of Man in times of need. Well, unless he's destined for the Guards.

She dropped quietly, taking her seat. The McAlinden inspected her gun, cleaning it with a small cloth. Kelli turned to Edward, as she remembered one of the words he had been muttering to himself.

"Edward, I heard you say the word Humorous earlier. What's that?", she asked, wondering what was funny.