Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150202210500/@comment-24736819-20150222012439

They were all fine, only tired and needing some rest. The mercenaries, on the other hand, were pretty well rested.

Suddenly, a cold breeze hit the camp, blowing out the small campfires and calling the attention of a few peasants. The Merchant's semblant turned dark as he said something inaudible to the Mercenary Chief and went back into his tent.