Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141218235443/@comment-24760123-20141220022025

(Oh, there are guards? Guards are no problem.)

In the carriage area, a small group of low clouds gathered. As they gathered, they became a dark grey. Lightning crashed and the clouds lowered to eye level. In less then a second, the clouds consolidated into Boreas Weathered-Sword.

"Apparently, SOMEONE forgot to invite me to the wedding of the century."