Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190104010303/@comment-7262318-20190112214503

When Falanor made his way down there, he saw the soldiers having a grand old time. Eating, drinking, laughing, playing games, and having a cheery day. That was until he stepped into the room, and almost every eye in the boat turned on him.

"Who in Oblivion are you?" One of them growled.

"Is he one of the prisoners?" Another asked. A few began to reach for their swords.