Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151209203133/@comment-5543592-20151210015939

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Myvryna hesitated for a brief moment before entering the building, casting a suspicious glare over her shoulder as if to make sure that this wasn't an invitation to some new sort of trouble. She seemed to have found enough to last her a lifetime. The foreman's shop was simple. There was little on display except different types of lumber and other raw goods.

"How can I help you miss?" The man asked from behind his counter at the side of the shop. He was sort, perhaps of Breton heritage.