Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-5583506-20150411020743

Inside the tent it was lit with braziers and lanterns. Rough furs were spread across the floor from various animals; bears and wolves mostly.

And werewolves, reflected Valkyrie.

Further in there was a desk. Behind the desk stood a man in heavy armor and a full helmet, which completely covered the face, leaving nothing but a small, dark gap to see through. The man was broad-shouldered and tall.

Freakishly big, thought Valkyrie. He almost reminds me of a living wall...

In his belt there was a sword, which looked as if it had seen its fair share of battle and death-dealing. By his side stood a Breton girl with anxious and nervous expression on her face, as if she feared what her master would do in a situation like this.

The Iron Hound barely seemed to acknowledge the fact that there were two strangers in his tent. He was preoccupied with looking down into the map rolled out on the desk.

"So what brings two strangers so far out into the wilderness?" a dark voice boomed from within the helmet.