Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180527230830/@comment-3293219-20180613145657

The Gates opened for them, with a loud creak, revealing the emaculate cobblestones that lead the way through the town. Small, colourful, flowers hung from the baskets, clinging to the windows. The floral arangements resembled draping hair down a beauty's shoulders and every citizen seemed to be loud and full of life.

It was quite a tranquil place, with an odor of freshly baked bread and various plants...