Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-25828117-20190221011244

"There." Graicus solemnly informed once more. It almost sounded like he was pointing out something banal and uninteresting which if you didn't know what you were looking at, it probably appeared to be.

A row of white stones and pebbles, about as broad as a man, and just as long lay inbetween a white gnarled tree and a light drop. From here you could see the sun rising quite well and the Karth river in the valley below.

Graicus dismounted Forta and tied her up to a rock before he slowly approached the grave of his fallen comrade and friend, Pavo.