Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-5543592-20190223032920

They'd set up the fire inside the yurt, the smoke filtering out through the opening at the top where the sticks met.

The walls were a coarse, thick cloth, and the floor layered with soft furs. Yaden's five orcs sat around the fire, gathering on either side of Meyline.

Yaden motioned for them to join him as he stepped into the yurt, taking his own place at the fire. The orcs had discarded their weapons, lining them up alongside the yurt's interior walls.

"A knight'd complete the image.  You've got your king, your wizard, your monk, whatever the hell Svieva is." Yaden said. "Can't help people making assumptions."