Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-10197675-20150321174034

([])Swool looked down at the Inn as the raging flames engulfed it, it could not see its master within the streets with the other survivors, therefore the Buzzard squawked with fear and distress, it swiftly swooped down from the building it had been perched upon still squawking and calling but there was no response, the buzzard could not hear its masters unique whistle. Swool could not lose its master, for without a master there would be no Swool. Therefore the bird flew back up to the atop of the building it had been perched upon, it stared down at the entrance of the Inn, not looking away, still hoping that its master may reappear, but he did not. And in a torrent of grief and anguish, Swool called its masters name once again, as it released one last squawk… but once again the buzzard’s efforts were pointless, therefore Swool continued to perch upon the building top staring down at the Inn and the survivors around it.