Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170921114614/@comment-24510587-20171001184151

Thynvil still sat leaned back in the corner barely a metre from Rigmor and Shav, using his new cloak as a blanket. He had been trying to sleep, but that was a bit hard when someone was playing a lute right next to his ear.

"You know, if you're going to claim to be guilty of your ancestors' crimes, I might as well put an arrow in you for what you did to mine," he grunted, sitting more upright and rubbing his eyes.

"But that won't get us anywhere, will it?"