Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150816180208/@comment-5543592-20150821144243

"Coozy." Grumbled Geralt. At Kay's behest, he approached an old chair with a cushioned seat. It was termite eaten and largely no longer good for sitting. Geralt broke the leg off of it, tore the cover from the cushion, and wrapped said cover around the thick bit of the leg. He then set it alight, bathing the room in light.

"Better?"