Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-5614539-20150928023044

Dionysius saw scorch marks on the ground, and the man with the axes. He called to his group, "Potential hostile in town. Prepare." He undid the strap on his scabbard, while they rode closer, and slower. Cyrus' hand strayed to the hilt of the greatsword on his back.