Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-36178866-20180716172840/@comment-36178866-20180716174058

Elrynith unstrapped her sword and leaned it against a table, giving a similar treatment to her bow and quiver of arrows. She draped her cloak over the back of her chair and sat down, sipping a mug of good Nordic ale. ''And now we play the waiting game. ''It was early in the morning, and already the inn was starting to bustle with activity, she frowned and took another sip of her ale. Sighing.

_______________ Balagash hummed to himself as he sharped his axe on the small grindstone he carried with him, it was early in the morning and the camp was already starting to thrum with activity. He held the blade of his axe to the light, frowning, before whetting the stone and beginning the process anew. It was going to be a long day.