Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170307215353/@comment-3293219-20170314182512

"I heard Count Kvatch tolerates these camps, so long as they don't hastle his citizens or merchants..." Zakariah muttered, looking around.

"Sounds true enough."

As he finished speaking, the child from Jermire's house took off, running over to a patch of dirt with a stick jutting out of it, she began clawing at it with her hands.