Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-25828117-20191216004340

Lysilde's big green eyes seemed to be looking at things that weren't there, and it didn't look like she could hear them.

The moment she was gone the brush behind them moved.

Midnight wondered if shadowmagic would work against these creatures.

Helian felt it, but he didn't care. Getting dirty was not the end of the world.

"It's alright."

"Peasant live prepares you for such things." He joked.

The barkeep was about to say something when the door to the tavern was flung wide open.

It was Pip Pegolas.

"Good folk of Hitherstone! I am Pip Pegolas, bard extraordinaire! And that!-" He pointed at Kashya.

"-Is Kashya! Glorious adventurer from the deserts of Elseweyr, looking to find new glory in Skingrad!"