Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-5543592-20190913163530

"Says who?" Scaldor scoffed.

Senchal reminded Nyasia of a Taneth, a tiny bit, although it lacked the same impression of granduer her home had. The tightly packed crowds were familiar as were the colors, the art, the street-criers. But where were the preformers, or the great monuments to a shared history, the named towers, palaces built by warriors of ages gone by, the damp, decrepit alleys between shops that told stories of their own?