Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-6006054-20150803212544

Breldon was having his breakfast on the tavern floor. He was, of course, reading a book. But his mind was else where. His companion had left him with enough gold for two, maybe three, more days of rent and meal at the tavern. Today he would comb the markets and other various taverns for adventurers whom he could join. If that failed, then he would spend the first half of tommorrow searching. If he still did not find anyone, then he would set off on his own. That was riskier, but he did not see many other options.