Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-24530992-20170721042510

"Gabryel. Wake up, please," a voice said. It projected from across the groggy Breton, who had fallen asleep on his way to the guild. He sat up from his slouched position, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes as he tried to focus on where he was located.

"Hm.. what is it..?" He asked through a stifled yawn.

"The Heroes' guild. Where else?" The voice replied. It belonged to an older Breton male, whos black hair was thoroughly peppered with white and gray. "You need to get out of the cart so I can start to head back. Your father is expecting my return within a fortnight after I complete my trade deals."

Gabryel looked at the man, tiredly. He never really payed much attention to him, his uncle, since he had gone a different route than most of his family had, becoming a travelling merchant instead of a warrior or a mage.

"Yes, uncle," he sighed, grabbing his bags from the floor of the carriage and slinging them over his shoulder. "Do try to make it back in time. My father would assume you'd been eaten by a sabre cat or assaulted by a spriggan if you don't." Of course, he was completely serious. His father was one to greatly exaggerate, being a brooding man, a trait which Gabryel was lucky hadn't rubbed off on him.

"Good luck, Gabe. I want to hear all about it whenever you return," his uncle said, jumping from the bed of the carriage back onto his horse. Gabryel vacated the carriage, laughing softly to himself upon hearing his uncle's comment, before heading for the Guild's doors.