Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-3293219-20150409163600

Isaiah approached the fireplace, slowly pulling one of the few pokers out, so that he could pry it. The antique bucket clattered as he drew the prod from it, prompting him to wince and curse under his breath before prodding it some more.

The Redguard continued to stoke it, somehow he felt incredibly cold in this place and it wasn't very bright either...