Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150409213922/@comment-3293219-20150411221530

"The Breton? He's out front..." Isaiah replied, sounding like he didn't care much for him. Arik stood on his own feet, though he felt like he could fall over any time.

"So... Where are we going?" "Not exactly sure... Hopefully to the nearest city..."

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Arrietty filled several flasks with ale, passing them to Nissa to cork as she did so, she hadn't felt so alive in years.