Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180328220025/@comment-25828117-20180401103725

(Well, alright.)

Graicus slowed down alongside the stream of refugees. They had their backs turned to the group as they arrived from the rear but the imperial could imagine their faces. He was one of them not too long ago.

Cheydinhal's early evening lights looked so inviting with the crimson red glow of the setting sun radiatin from the west, casting low shadows over the road and town.