Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-25828117-20191219114823

Clodagh could see a malnourished goat whose white fur had been thorougly soiled from lying in the mud look at her with curiousity.

Brindle Home was small enough that the winter mist that hung over the forest surrounding it did not hide any of the houses, but there was certainly a sense of unease that came with this isolated place. The crisp air that made many a nose and ear cold was the icing on this very icy cake indeed.

Almost as if out of nowhere Clodagh would also notice that one of the other villagers had left his hut and was heading towards the newcomers. A woodsman's axe tossed over his shoulder.

Nemicus supposed these folks weren't exactly the trusting kind. He would never say it but the chances that all these people were somehow related through somewhat iffy circumstances came to mind.