Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200103013728/@comment-7262318-20200104044102

Alvoran retired to a booth for now, tired but not exactly ready to sleep. Shrava and Garran, meanwhile, were simply taking a stroll through town, anxious to be away from the others for a while and to simply relax after a rather eventful day.

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As Lysilde sat alone, presumably with a troubled look upon her face, she heard an unfamiliar voice ask her "Rough night?"