Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25588187-20150104010005/@comment-25588187-20150106080319

The labourers finished unloading the crates. "Very well, then, I'll pick it up on our way to Winterhol-" A flaming arrow flew directly by Fallen-From-Heights' head. The Ash Waters were standing on the rooftops, clutching bows. "Ah, there they are, well, be seeing you, good luck!" he told him, hurrying onto the boat with the labourers and casting off.