Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20160507200443/@comment-1592115-20160513153928

What Andriel didn't expect was... The bandits aren't vampires, they're something else. As soon as the moon rises, furs are growing out on their skin, they then pounce toward Andriel like a horde of hungry beasts.

And so, the hunt begins again.

The Bannered Mare is populated with several adventurers from the outside, they're busy drinking mead.

"Mead, mead, mead, a bellyful of mead is everything."

"What is Flowers of Pock-lips? Is that a brand of honey?"

"I have no idea. The proper question is where we can buy more mead."

"Maybe we should try red wine? Mead is boring."