Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190902083037

It seemed a new person arrived every minute or two.

From the treeline a bad horse rider, slumped to one side in his saddle arrived. A young man in simple traveling clothes, practically a peasant.

When he approached the look of consternation through concentration became wildly apparent on his face. A creased frown etched on his face as if he were afraid of falling out, yet again.

The pots and pans on his saddle-bags jiggled around like crude wind-chimes.

Helian was surprised to see so many different people though.