Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200123142506/@comment-5543592-20200129211508

The stairs creaked underneath them.

*creaaaaaaak*  *creeaaaaaak*

Scaldor scratched some paint off the wall and sniffed it. "Wine," he muttered.

The stairs were steep and as they continued upwards, they began to feel the burn.

"Ye know what doesn't make sense?" Scaldor remarked.