Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-25038310-20141013192044

((Dusk? Sander is waiting in that inn. ))

Alex fetched Sander a drink. A small cup of mead, and layed a few staves of dynamite next to it, together with a few boxes of ammunition.

Sander examined them. "Yes.. these'll do nicely.. thanks, Alex. " He said, grateful.

Alex waved away his gratitude. " It's nothing. I won't have ye back 'ere in a long time, now will I? "

"Yes, that's correct.. Now just to wait for our visitor. It's pretty late. "

He looked outside, enjoying the abscense of sunlight, and embracing the dusk and the shadows.