Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-5824038-20160320173405

'Possibly,' she mused. 'I guess Meledran wasn't so much better, I mean he must have commited some atrocities when he captained the Wind Reaver. I just tend not to think about it. Kind of selfish really, I suppose. But there you go.'

They walked into the inn and closed the door behind them, the cold air being replaced with a warm breeze coming from a motorized fan placed behind the fire.

'Good day to you,' came the gruff voice of an old Nord sat behind the counter. He had long grey hair, and a scare ran down his face across his left eye and his nose. 'How can I help? Food, drink, rooms, or all of them?'