Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-29559990-20151007100440

Duraak sat alone at his table, chugging down a bottle of crappy meade like he usually did when he was bored. He occassionally glanced over at the two, wondering what was taking them so long. Was there really that much to talk about? And did they really have the time to talk when Dagon-Kin's woman had been abducted?

Duraak simply shrugged it off and continued to drink.

Meanwhile, at the outskirts of Dawnstart, there was a small creature that began making it's way towards the inn...