Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20150115220122/@comment-25828117-20150124110717

Emfrid placed the best cooking she could muster in front of the Breton.

A mushy bit of pumpkin soup with lots of indigestable lumps in it. This was after all the grey mare inn.

Not exactly the most classy joint in town.

"Sleep well?" The Nord asked.