Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190131220532

Graicus saw that Cade wasn't going to say no to this person and dismounted from his horse, signing. He hoped that after this they wouldn't run into any more folks in need.

By the Nine it was like dragging a child along at the Sails Festival: A biannual fair in Anvil where entertainers and traders of places as far as the West-Weald would gather, bringing with them: free fireworks, candies and toys. Graicus' stone face managed the briefest of smiles when he remembered the little toy boat he got during the festival when he was little.

"How long ago did he wander off?" the gladiator asked as he walked around the cart assessing the damage more closely.