Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160304212929/@comment-10197675-20160317215435

Vengarl stood aside and away from the town opposite the Saw Mill next to the river taht passed by the town. The Nord had managed to navigate his way around the town without being spotted, and now he would wait and watch. He could still recall the appearance of his fathers face, but time had passed and age may have changed him, so spotting the Nord would be a differcult task for the son. However, Vengarl did recall that his father would always have a glass dagger strapped to his chest as a gift from his grandfather and he would always wear it, therefore he knew it would be him if an old guy walked passed the mill with a glass dagger strapped to his chest, so forth the Nord waited as he sat down on a tree stump beside the mill, with his hood covering his head and hiding his identity.