Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-24701913-20151102210253

Fang leant against the wall, observing the others in the inn.

--

Fyra descended down the stairs, looking regal and confused.

She looked at every single person in the Tavern, recognising only a few people.

Grandma, Dad, Julie, and...Mum?

Fyra noted that they all looked younger than when she had last seen them, which either meant they found some wondrous miracle cream, or time is out of whack. Fyra was willing to bet on the latter option. Fyra sat at an empty table, knowing she'd easily be recognised because of her armour.