Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150222053440/@comment-5614539-20150227033537

Rayon strolled through the streets of Daggerfall. It wasn't uncommon for him to have a bottle in his hand, yet he was clean-shaven, sober, and sharp today. He walked towards the manor once more.

Altair finished the tent, before flinging a firebolt at an approaching rabbit. He tossed its haunch onto the fire, waiting for it to cook.