Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-25828117-20191219001708

"I'm not sure but I think it was a week ago." The soldier told Kashya.

"Please, I beg of you. Don't go. Don't throw away your life so needlessly!"

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One of the doors to the log cabins flung open and out walked a middle-aged man with a limp. He needed a cane to keep up straight. His hair was messy and his beard bushy. Over his tunic he wore a deerskin vest.

"What do you want?"

Lysilde bowed slightly as a manner of polite greeting.

"Shelter, for me and my friends."

The man sniffed.

"Why would I allow that?"

His eyes were icy blue, one of them had an upper lid that fell shut.