Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161129155225/@comment-7203512-20161214024847

A slouching figure toddled in the woods due north of the hamlet of Ivarstead, mumbling separate syllables to himself. Calder took a deep breath and sat down on one of the trunks beside the bridge supposedly leading to the village. In his futile attempts to decipher the invitational letter, he turned to the road sign, his head tilted to the left and his hand twitching softly and rubbing the neck in a rather peculiar manner.