Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160808020912/@comment-5543592-20160814213906

As they entered it, the room lit up on it's own, braziers shooting to life all the way around it.

At the very center of the room, all along, on a pedastel, sat a golden sword, driven blade first into the stone.

There was an inscription on the side of the pedastel, but it was too far away to be read.

The man at the campfire was humming to himself, spinning the spit which was run through a buffalo leg. He sat on a barrell, and had two other barrells by his fire, as if he was expecting guests. He was unarmed, save for the iron driving point first through the center of the firepit.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." The man said cheerily as Miri approached. He must've heard her, as he did not turn around to look. "Come, have a seat."