Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170401031153

The inn was called Shell-Under-Ice and was run by a stout Nord woman. She eyed the Orc suspiciously as Mongo entered her establishment.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I... I feel like I need to be alone for a while", said Evelyne, obviously overcome with anxiety. "S-Sorry..."

The Breton wandered off, heading for her chambers.

Ran approached the group left behind, sporting the new metallic limb he had yet to gain full control over. The nerves had yet to adjust themselves to this strange new artificial extension of himself.

"There is a lot that needs doing", he said. "Maintenance of weapons and siege equipment. I think we will best be needed here at the fort. Let the others muster the cities' defenses. If Fort Slayer falls, the last weapon to be used against the Imperial Legion's monsters falls with it. So let's get to work."

He motioned for Ja'Keil to follow. "Jak, a moment of your time, if you have."

As soon as Aigren had exited the healer's quarters he was met up by Katri. "How... uhm... how are you feeling?"