Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-24736819-20150602140219

After a day and a half riding, the emissary from Farrun arrived at the gates of Jehanna. He wore a furry cloak in which the Giant holding the anchor could be seen, but that was the only clue of his origin that one could see when looking at him.

He wasn't tall, like most of the people from Farrun and his white hair was cut short. The man had no beard, so he looked more southerner than northerner.

"That wasss a missstake. A terrible missstake.", Dùlan smirked.

Most of the Prowlers became more feral and uncontrollable, which made the bandits look like easier prey while everyone fought eachother.

"I sssee that you don't care if your sssubordinates die, which they will, but you ssshouldn't worry about yourssself. I have ordersss to take you alive...but not before playing a little.", the leader of the Prowlers moved quickly towards the Silver Bear, but he seemed to be unarmed.