Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160307001231/@comment-24141785-20160307220035

"We better." The Breton mused in agreement, looking around the small compound. There appeared to be a wide variety of stalls and booths, and most had long queues of people desperately waiting for fresh supplies.

"Alright... That's our ride." Armiel pointed out, gesturing to a line up of two carriages ahead of the group. "We should be able to..."

Before he could finish, a loud roar erupted amongst the fairly quiet and normal noises. Trembling footsteps could be heard before a large, black and orange feline leapt out from the cover of the trees, pouncung onto an elderly Nord man and sinking it's teeth into his neck...