Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191025000341

They were back in the forest, surrounded by Summerset's strange floura.

Ficaphlon stood there at the roads center, seeming anxious to the point of sweating, and the biggest smile broke out on his face when he saw them.

Behind him, tied up to stakes, were their horses.

"Great heroes preserve me!" Ficaphlon tugged his beard, his chin going with it, like he was trying to pull both from his face. "You made it!"