Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191029201024/@comment-5543592-20191103154219

DB Baxter wrote: It's timeskip time! The group in Dragon Bridge slept soundly that night, even if the beds were mostly barran. Utahsi had managed to explain what had transpired to the guards, and the group was left alone out of gratitude for stopping Knightmare from hurting the town further.

The air was cold on this early Frostfall morning. The township was silent, with the few remaining guards and citizens remaining in their homes to keep warm. Without any blankets to warm their bones, the group was in for quite a rude awakening when the biting cold and rays of the sun pushed them out of their slumber. Smith had grown up on a farm. This was a usual morning for him.

He got up, washed his face in the water basin, dressed for the day. He struggled into his clothes (no matter what he wore, it was always too small for him in some dimension) and then fastened on his new cloak.

Dressed, he headed out to greet the day.