Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191118230539/@comment-24510587-20191124004507

Emile's hand was gripping his hilt. It was probably nothing, as always, but Emile was not known to ignore slight sounds and motions. The salamander merely wondered what the commotion was about.

It was indeed nothing. A rat emerged out of the bushes and skittered past them down the road. Nothing weird about that... except one thing. The last time they had seen any rats at all, was before they had entered the port, on Nemicus' ship.