Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151110005924

The downstairs was empty, shockingly so. Most likely, whoever had been down there had heard the fighting and fled.

Door ways were flung open and mist cascading in silently, covering the floor of the room. The servants quarters in itself was very simple, with just basic ammenities. In reality, wasn't much different from a hovel you might find on a country plantation.

As he and Zir'Khan rode, there was suddenly a horrible bumping noise.

Hector seemed confused. "What was-"   And then the carriage suddenly pitched turning on it's side. It rolled over twice, the wood cracking and shattering, and tossing Hector and Zir'Khan about like dolls, before the wooden-death-cage that was the carriage skidded to a stop.