Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160322234619/@comment-5583506-20160402013530

The people at The Polished Blade were down to earth and moody. Presumably hardened by the harsh climate up in the mountains. Though they rarely had to deal with the threats of Beasts, they had to adapt to the freezing cold around the clock. It was enough to make anyone bitter and humourless. They were practically born into the snow and ice, into which they would later be buried.

The innkeeper was a swarthy Imperial of muscular build, peering at the newcomers suspiciously. Although he recognised the cloaks as Beast Slayers, he could never be too certain. "More of your kin?" he said in a questioning tone.