Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190809175639/@comment-25828117-20190818153648

Graicus led Forta down the path, following the black stream that ringed the hill on which the castle was built.

The air was cold and humid. The kind of chill not too dissimilar caused by the vapors of a waterfall or practically non-existent drizzle. It slowly crept into your bones.

The gladiator eyed the windows of the castle warily. Wondering who was undoubtedly watching their arrival.

The grip on his spear became tighter. If something was moving out there, he'd smell and see it before anyone else did.