Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20150619152554/@comment-5518614-20150703234622

Clay tried to think about what he was going to do, but the racket behind him made it increasingly hard to think straight. He sipped his ale, and stared at the flames, waiting for the noise to die down. The storm seemed to be getting no better, at least as far as he could tell by the thundering rain on the roof.