Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181023230058/@comment-7262318-20181027023233

"Better now?" Alvoran asked, rolling his shoulder so that he could finally get some blood flowing through there again.

Inside, the group would find something much more akin to the Windhelm atmosphere than the previous room. It was bustling with numerous people dressed in black leather armor and steel. Some were eating lunch and discussing politics and tips for fighting, others were leaning against the railing and simply relaxing for now. There was a roasted boar on a spit in the middle of the room.

"There..." Shrava pointed to two figures standing by the fire. "Come on. Don't stare," She ordered, even though the others in the guild hall had directed their attention to this group suddenly entering.