Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170623221726/@comment-24685738-20170624185236

The storm outside began to roar, wind whipping at the trees outside and bringing torrents of rain pouring down upon the tower. Arik lit a fire in the middle of the floor, using the dry wood of a crate, a skill that he had picked up on the road.

"I don't suppose you'll tell us a story, would you, Meilir?" Rhaela asked.