Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150212052353/@comment-25418438-20150214111433

The first rays of sunlight burst through the morning clouds and hit Ulrich's sleeping face. Moments later the red dragon of Kynesgrove began to stir from his slumber, he reached for his still sore throat and noticed that his blood had dried during the night. Ughh I need a drink... they better not have drunken all the ale he thought as Ulrich proceeded to enter the tavern.