Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160327203530/@comment-24141785-20160327231927

The carriage eventually rolled up at a very familiar trading post, with a very familiar corpse of a tiger. It appeared no one had come back since the attack, and most of the fruit was now decayed and old.

"We near to your camp?" Yashgal asked to no one in particular, "Because if we aren't, we might want to continue on."