Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191001220546/@comment-7262318-20191010182400

The group was finally alotted a day of rest. After saving a vampire, slaying the werewolves, and stopping the mad jester, the group was more than deserving of a day off. They were allowed to spend the day as they pleased, walking around Dawnstar and enjoying the sights and sounds of miserable miners breaking their back for their equally miserable pay. Most, however, likely resigned to resting in the inn and nursing their wounds.

The day passed, followed by night soon after. It seemed to pass rather quickly for the group, but they got plenty of time to rest and recoup. Once again, they were awoken by the smells of breakfast being cooked downstairs, and the sun entering through the windows and crossing over their eyes to let them know it was time to wake up.

This time, it was Kazrris who was the first to rise, sitting down in the main hall by his lonesome and waiting for the others to wake up. He had been unable to relax ever since their encounter with Cicero...