Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-25828117-20191117135020

Lysilde could only agree. Though she didn't say anything she wondered if part of it was because of destiny. She wondered if such 'surprises' lay ahead for the others of the covenant.

Their group wandered around the foot of the mountain, seeing the wine country of Summerset stretch out as far as the eye could see into the south.

Far superior to the swill those Imperials in the West Weald managed to create. Or so they would claim.

The smell of ripening grapes filled the air, carried by a soft, almost intangible breeze.