Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24685738-20170606200821

"Oh." Donnel grinned, his face still red. "Thank you, ma'am." He stood up, accidentally knocking over a chair as he did so. He extended a hand. "Ser Donnel Giantsbane."

Before Meilir stood a woman about his height, presumably from the northern reaches of High Rock, near to Skyrim, based on her pale coloring and her thick, curly red hair.

"Where are you from?" She asked, again.

"Ah." Aerion tossed his long, platinum hair over his shoulder, casually. "Make sure to stick around. Things will only get more interesting from here."

"I'm not sure..." Brynja admitted. "I'm... I supported the first Blackfyre."

The beautiful princess and the handsome prince glanced at each other, uneasily. "My brother has... taken ill." Rhaela said, quietly, her face devoid of color. "I'm keeping him company."

Near to the temple, there stood an obese nobleman, yelling and screaming at a servant boy, who seemed to have not booked a carriage for the right time. Judging by the blood already running down the side of the boy's face, he was being reprimanded severely.