Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20160302210812/@comment-25588187-20160402210554

"Truly? I did not even know Dwarves settled this far west... Ah, well, I would love to company you two, but sadly my business here is not yet done, stubborn ones, those Farruns." he remarked. "Anyway, I was thinking, perhaps you'd be interested in some of the Dwarven trinkets I've found over the years? I've got a couple of them up in my quarters on the second floor."

-

The next room was filled weaponry and armour of varying shapes, sizes and origins, as well as a few training manuals. The main piece, however, was a map detailing the north of High Rock, with various patterns of black and red painted on. This was the planning room for the war with Farrun.

-

The boy disappeared into the wheat once more. A few minutes later, a tall, muscular Breton approached, the boy nowhere in site, with a satchel of sharp implements. Yet even he was offput by the sight of Nerolyk, much more than the child. "Erm, what's your business in my wheat field?"