Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-24530992-20191117164308

The Breton shrugged, motioning for Rialor to follow.

“Their own people sure as hell aren’t going to help them...” Rialor mumbled, entering the inn. It was a relief to finally be able to rest, his stomach twisted from hunger and his legs sore from traveling. The Sentinel was able to keep the boy alive through the journey, but now he was able to find a place to bunk and eat.

“Go find a table. I’ll order,” he instructed Rialor, who obliged. The Sentinel approached the bar lowering his mask and hood, motioning for the tender.