Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-25828117-20190204062605

The fire crackled serenly from the campfire on the ground floor of the tower with a warm red-orange glow locked in by its round walls. Outside, night had fallen.

Graicus stared into the fire now. He was thinking; gently fiddling with one of the minotaur horns while he did.