Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190827231859/@comment-24510587-20190828144059

That evening, the fellowship gathered in the common room of Cheydinhal's inn. Vyrine had woken from her catatonic state in the afternoon, feeling a little shaky and having very little memory of what had occurred underneath Duncroft Castle. Everyone had either spent the day catching up on some well-deserved sleep or relaxing in the inn and the city. Now, it was time for their first proper warm meal in many days.

The soup was just being served as Marr sat down, feeling refreshed for a change.