Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160508124341/@comment-26103034-20160711195510

The caravan was small, but comfortable. It was a rectangular shape and there were three beds in it; one, pressed against the far end, was covered in some old clothes and had a small pack of cards scattered over it. The other two beds were against either side, one end of either against the first bed. Under each bed was a small draw that could be pulled out and in the centre was a small table, nailed to the floor.

Ji'Faren slumped on the end bed, gathering up the cards and tidying them up absent-mindedly.

"Can you two play Golds?" he asked, "This one thinks that it is called Cyrodiilic Grey outside."

(it's not uncommon, but it's not particularly popular - a few places will bet on it, but most won't have heard of it)

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The mage was knocked backwards, dirt flung up in the air as the telekinesis spell ripped it from the ground, his hood falling down as he hit the ground.