Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190217022144/@comment-7262318-20190217162045

The Knife landed in the back of a Forsworn guard, causing him to collapse to the ground and shriek in pain.

In front of Graicus and Cade now were 3 Forsworn Guards, drawing their swords and preparing themselves for a fight. "They've escaped!" One of them called out.

"Aye... suppose we'll get on that soon," Alvoran sighed. "I'll find something to put the blessing on, and it should be smooth sailing from there. Ring, Necklace, Earring... something like that," He figured.

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"hmmm... Short window, but I think I can manage," The fat smith said. "Where should I send for once it's done? You staying at the inn?"