Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-24141785-20160117214426

Samuel knew it was this time of the year. Soon, winter would come, and they would be forced to migrate towards the south. He'd have to make sure the tribe had plenty of supplies before they set off, making sure they have enough for everybody. He feared this trip. Many died on the way, and it was always dangerous.

The Breton was sitting down by the fire, rubbing his hands and warming up. The gentle heat breezed across his body, and he felt as if he could sleep there and then.