Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191223012920/@comment-7262318-20191224175026

Alvoran had hung out around Lysilde's table for most of the time. Contrary to the popular notion that Nords loved to drink themselves into a coma, Alvoran was no fan of alcohol. He kept to this table, striking conversation with Lysilde and talking about prophecies and such for the most part. Her answers were almost always vague...

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Shrava, meanwhile, was hanging out on the front porch, looking towards the streets and waiting for this party to end. She could not sleep through all of the noise.

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Midnight and Cade's dialogue soon had a third party added to the mix, as Garran made his way towards them, a small gathering of carrots in his hand.