Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141122151252

Freja opened the door.

She wore pretty stern armour, made with fur, leather and chainmail. At her waste a sharp sword glinted

"Good that you have come."

"Rowan is preparing himself." She said as she looked at Myling, still not one hundred procent getting what her deal was.

"I'm ready Freja, the Nord's voice sounded from the back of the house."

He wore the same armour as he did yesterday, although some extra fitting had been added.

One would mistake the two nords for mercenaries now. Not really helpless parents.

Rowan aproached, towering over Aldoran.

and letting loose an annoyed sigh when he saw Myling standing next to her.

He pushed himself through the two travellers and looked back.

"Follow me now."

Freja waited for the other two to move so she'd have their back.