Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190324112237/@comment-24510587-20190411213820

Marr marched out of the rebuilt Bastion and into the market district. Normally busy and crowded around the clock, it was now entirely deserted. Nothing remained but hastily abandoned items: papers, food, left behind on the street.

Of course, it was slightly difficult to pay attention to it due to the whispers; they were fully audible up here. They were making offers and promises. To everyone, they sounded different - for example, to Marr, it was the voice of his son, insisting that with their power, he could bring Tomas back...