Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-28262540-20170723070002

"Sorry bout' that." Quinn chuckled, as she glanced over to Fitz. "Yeah, we do. It's kind of like a heat of the moment type thing." She fiddled with the strings on her hoodie as she explained more.

"We just can't get majorly hurt by them. That's when it'll get bad." She muttered. The French girl shuddered remembering being so close to being mauled by one of the dreaded hellhounds. She shook out her thoughts and kept pace with Fitz, occasionally yawning. She had gotten sleep at the inn, but for some reason she was more tired.