Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141124222250/@comment-24449631-20141126164814

Inside, the fort was your average Nordic castle. Made with rough stone and in poor condition.

It smelled of wet dog, piss and alcohol.

Rowan was careful, though it seemed that the fort had been cleaned out recently.

it took some corridors to actually find a new batch of bandits. it seemed most of them had left already.

probably with that damasus fellow, that had their son.

Rowan pushed the eagre Myling back.

And softly said to her, so the others that were still behind couldn't here:

"I know you can't die, but don't fuck this up. Take it slow... We still need one of them alive." With a condencending tone aswell.