Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190818201215/@comment-24510587-20190827230351

"Mm, a real bed, instead of the ground..." Rolf said wistfully. He slipped out of the embrace and walked along, eager to get out of this valley.

Thus they left behind Duncroft, returning to (literally) greener pastures...

Cheydinhal, compared to anything they had seen the last week bar the lost city of the Barsaebics, was absolutely idyllic, with its lush green pine trees and calmly flowing streams. Though its people were battered, exhausted, or teetering on the brink, they were relieved that their ordeal was finally over. In that regard, they were much like the fellowship.