Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190329124124/@comment-5543592-20190329203911

Smith Young was not a liar or a sinner. He was also not very young, nor explicitly a blacksmith, but it was a good name so he didn't think he'd change it. He thought he might need to make a good first impression for his new job, but if his employers wanted to meet him here, they couldn't have been too high brow.

He arrived later than he thought he shouldn't so he was in a hurry getting into the inn, folding his massive shoulders so that he could squeeze himself through the doors. His axe became stuck on the frame and he tugged on it sharply so that it'd follow him.

Smith did a quick scan of the inn, looking for anything that screamed "Heroes' Guild."