Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108200317

That seemed to reassure Hector somewhat, even if it was inaccurate. The lord smiled nervously, and glanced out the carriage window, pushing the curtain aside. They were passing through a shanty town, and desitute serfs skulked by. Their shoulders were hunched, clothes and skin covered with ash and soot, and they looked down right pitiful overall.

"Miserable things." Hector muttered.