Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-25828117-20191212000911

Lysilde was not going to sanction the murder of this group ranging into the decimals.

She glanced at Alvoran. Knowing enough about his past to compel him to keep his mouth shut on this instance.

"I am afraid we cannot help you. But rest assured you are nearing the township." Lysilde told the pilgrims before flicking her reins.

As she passed the group she had to try really hard to not look at their eyes. Poor souls.

The pilgrims for what it was worth left them be. Their gods were waiting... Or so they believed.

As Kashya walked out of the city gates she could see how winter was making the usually dry Gold Coast moist. Dew on the yellow and orange grass, and patches of green. Blessed by the late year rains. As she walked she could see something lying in the mud by the stables. A gold coin. And on closer inspection not just any gold coin but one she recognised as those Lysilde used to pay for things. It had probably been there for days and nobody had either seen or bothered to pick it up. There had to be very few visitors to Anvil then... Outside of the stables a young keeper was working on the thatch of the barn's roof.