Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160109233749/@comment-26103034-20160111181149

Vorwhal Steading, thought Skye, glimpsing a sign, ''So I've finally reached Setora. I was wondering when I would.''

She headed into a random direction away from the sea. The young thief found that she could generally find something interesting to do wherever she was, although that had resulted in a couple of prison sentences. As she walked, she bumped into a young man saying something about suns with scales. Muttering a quick, "Sorry," she kept going forward.