Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180328220025/@comment-25828117-20180402003236

"Eventually you either stop or you change to accomodate for the way of life. Getting emotional becomes pointless because it doesn't change anything about your situation. You make your bed and you lie in it" Graicus shrugged.

"Speaking of..." The Imperial beckoned to two (for the lack of a better word) beds made out of hay in a rather warm backroom of the tavern. The air was pleasant and a faint smell of wheat or hop hung around.

The bear of a man sat down on his pile of hay which was about the same size as Alvoran's but almost appeared too small for Graicus, and untied his sandals.