Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191230050209/@comment-44775084-20200102191340

A black fur coat shielded Cassian from the cold Morning Star air as he led the group toward the shrine, one look at the man would tell that he was a man of finery.

“I should warn you, the shrine is probably not what you’re expecting, it’s been ages since it was tended so imaginably it’s fallen into a state of disrepair”