Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170921114614/@comment-17114085-20171113113125

Engwe grabbed a hold of his comrade's arm and pulled himself up. When they got on the roof, the Snow elf moved over to the opening where the smoke was coming out and looked down.

He saw a cauldron boiling something green-ish and with a funky smell. A concoction most likely. He thought, but it wasn't important. He looked around the inside of the hut and spotted a large Roscrean in fur robes. He was as large as the warriors they fought on the hill, but he was hunched over and walked funny because of it. His face was covered with a wooden mask resembling an animal, but Engwe couldn't tell what animal it was because it was so worn.

"That must be the shaman." He muttered to the other two.