Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150202210500/@comment-24736819-20150222014431

The cold breeze kept blowing as the moonlight was covered by some clouds. The small campfires were lit again and this time they resisted the wind.

The families decided to get closer to eachother, so they could fight the cold with the human heat alongside the campfire, while the mercenaries didn't seemed to care much as they strolled around the camp.

One of them came out from the Merchant's tent and approached Nermea.

"Hey, the fatty wants a word with you.", he said, pointing to the tent.