Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-24696651-20170127210139

Gwyneth groaned. She wasn't especially well versed in the politics of the capital, but she had heard enough at her village to know the Elder Council was a bunch of boring old men who couldn't pass a law to summon firefighters if the White-Gold Tower was on fire.

Gwyneth frowned. What was her village, anyway? She had lived there for thirteen years, and yet its name and other such details escaped her. She pondered it for a moment, but the bones in her leggings awkwardly biting into her legs and... other areas... brought her back to the here and now.