Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180223214229/@comment-2165692-20180224214124

Raqorith had wandered all the way to the Hall of the Vigilants, he stood not far from the carnage, looking at the burned ruins, something he knew of but hadn't actually partaken in. Huh, so this is what the others do without me. He looked in the snow and followed tracks to their graves, his brow furrowed and he looked at the remaining tracks leading away from the hall "Someone walked." he sniffed the air for a moment, "Faint, Smells like wet dog. I doubt that a hound dug their graves." after staring at the tracks he began following them to the road, heading southeast.