Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20190410092907/@comment-27922119-20190413115907

As Verothan approached his destination, he acknowledged the morning day with a prayer.

Bruma shone white as the morning sun illuminated the snow-clad buildings of the city. He watched intently as people went on about their business, greeting each other warmly as they navigated through the snow. It was a tranquil scene, and a far cry from the rustic and violent environments he was accustomed to. Despite his pleasant surroundings, Verothan was stricken with paranoia.

He turned left and entered the Inn. Verothan took a moment to identify his fellow conspirator in the dimly lit interior. Once located, he approached and extended his hand in greeting, “Well met, Imperial.”