Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-5543592-20150312000507

The elf lead Ravos through the backways and alleys of the city, until finally coming to a manhole. The elf lifted it up and pushed it aside, and climbed down into the underground. He immediately made a sharp left turn to wrought iron, barred door, not even bothering to see if Ravos was following. It was locked, and with a complicated one at that. The elf unlocked the door and pushed it open. They entered a sad room with only a bed roll, an extinguished candle in a sconce, and a rusty iron sword.

The elf approached the sconce and jerked it to the right, and a wall slid back and away. The elf entered a room that was clean, scrubbed, and dusted. It had a very comfortable looking sleeping fur, excellent lighting, and lots of weapons. Weapons everywhere. Every kind of weapon one could think of, even the most bizarre types, or weapons made out of the most bizarre materials.

The elf pulled off his cloak and tossed it at an empty end table, doing similarly with several other items. He lay his bow, sword, and dagger belt in their respective places, and then removed the idols from a pocket and tossed them onto his sleeping fur.