Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190519152545/@comment-38998054-20190617105507

Hagen shifted his weight in the chair he sat in at the bar. It groaned slightly when he did which was concerning enough for him to raise a brow. Frail old piece of shit you better not collapse under me... The Nord then looked at his meal which was no doubt cooked with last week's bear fat grease. It's appeal was miniscule to none, but Hagen decided it was better to eat than go hungry. Taking a bite, he sat and awaited for the rest of the crew to emerge from each their own straw sack they'd slept on.