Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20151120185239/@comment-27359447-20151223121307

"Alright, let's go then," Clement said and led the siblings out of the inn. Outside, 45 minutes or so had passed and one day was slowly fading into another as the streets emptied for the night. But Clement felt like his night was just beginning.

He led Felix and Aelia to a house just within the city, it's rear nearly against the stone walls of Bruma. Fishing a key from his pocket, Clement opened the door.

Inside, the living room was messy. The long table that was the center of the room was filled with plates still containing traces of dinners weeks ago. The hearth fire on one end of the room had visibly been ignored for days on end and the air was cold.

"Sorry for the mess," Clement said. "The house belongs to the farm. We lived here with four, but two are serving time in jail and the third one left for Anvil a few weeks back. I couldn't leave with them because I..." He paused for a second. "... I have some business there. Anyhow - my gear is in the cellar."

He led the siblings down a narrow staircase. The cellar was small and murky, and illuminated by a single torch.

Taking the torch in one hand, he opened a rusty small chest that lay in a corner of the room. It creaked.

"Here it is," Clement said, carefully lifting the equipment from the chest. "Armor crafted out of leather... Matching boots... A steel shortsword and dagger. Everything that's supposed to protect me."