Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20160302210812/@comment-25588187-20160404204340

"The wine's as weak as a bridge made of twigs, so this ought to even out the ratio." he chirped. "Just try not to get it on his carpet, they're very sentimental up here." he laughed before he began downing his bucket.

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The letter that the woman had been writing still lay on the table, it's contents read:

Dearest Brother,

''I hope father isn't being to overbearing, I know how he can be to you. I understand your concerns, and while I would love to come back to Evermor soon, my duty requires me to stay. I've sent you gift, though, that should arrive any day now after you recieve this. I won't spoil the suprise but-''

The letter is not finished.

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Nerolyk soon came across a sign post. He was still relatively close to Jehanna, with it being one of the two names written on the post, the other being Farrun (which was scrawled with graffiti). The sun had set by now, and so the road was cloaked in darkness. He was also relatively close to a small village named Cal Dur.