Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160806223721

"Maybe Ishien will give you an idea." Leya said, hopping down from the mound of rugs, as the merchants dispersed, losing interest.

"I'm just glad to still be alive."

"Alright, crew." Crimson said, approaching the group at the fringes of his camp. "I've got yer spot.  There's supposedly a ruin not fer from here.  Fits the exact memo of somewhere Tharn'd put his stuff."