Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-26103034-20170917200054

Rularel swore as he left the guard. He'd have to hope that the entry procedures were too exhaustive, or he'd have some explaining to do. Finding somewhere to lay down his bag and eat would have to come first, though, so he made his way towards the Platinum Lioness.

It was a large building, nearly completely white except for a couple spots of a brilliant blue in carefully chosen places. There was a porch, lifted off the street by wooden planks with several chairs and tables set out by the edge. On one of these a couple sat talking, but for them it was empty. The Imperial looked it up and down and, hoping it wasn't too pricey, pushed open the door.