Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191001220546/@comment-5543592-20191012232422

Rorik drew in a breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, perhaps unnecessarily. "Jouane!"

The Breton's tired voice called back through the house. "Yes?"

"Young man wants things to write with."

Jouane appeared in the doorway a little while later, holding a few leaves of vellum, as well as an ink well with the quill stuck in.

"Here you are." He presented them to Vander. "I'll get you a light."