Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-2165692-20181203190845

Tiskr was pacing back and forth, for the most part his fur armor and activity would keep him warm, at least until nightfall. He looked at his surroundings, specifically for a good tree, or some dry sticks and branches.

Hefndir and Reeth came up on Yorgrim, neither paid much attention to the aesthetic of the city, as both had been there previously. Reeth approached the closest atmoran "Excuse me, Kinsman. We're the Order of the Stormhawk, we're here to slay the rumoured Dragon could you please tell us everything you know of it?" he said.