Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160718003217

"Glorious sea!" exclaimed Deaphanie jovially as the group wandered down to the shoreline by the beach. She spun around playfully a couple of time before facing her siblings. "So", she chirped and ran her hands together. "Where should we begin looking?"

"Well", said Famian and adjusted his hair sticking out of the hood. "I know that to the north there is an island the people refer to as Kauai. Might be a good hiding spot for these 'Preachers' of yours."

"Of ours", corrected Deaphanie.

"Right, right. Then there is that place the shopkeep told us about. And then I know that there is an island south-east of here which is supposedly a haven for Raiders and other sinful lowlife."

"Oh, joy!" preached Deaphanie. "Ward can barely restrain himself from killing something, can you?"

"Ecstatic", muttered Ward.

Deaphanie eyed the group of people not far away. "Or... we could just continue to interview the locals? You know... more insight into the islands?"

"They look pretty busy as it is", said Pestin and lit another cigarette followed by a deep cough. "Better not disturb them."

"Nah, you never ask, you never learn!" chirped Deaphanie and started to skip her way towards the group.

Her brothers followed her skips with tiresome glares.

"You know... I should ask the Old Man back at home whether Deaphanie truly is our sister or not", suggested Famian. "She is like... from an entirely different world."

"Aren't we all?" remarked Ward and lumbered onward down to the shoreline.