Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-26103034-20170924203101

Rularel leapt up at the sound of fighting in the streets, looking out the window at the conflict outside. He couldn't tell what was going on, but it was clear that this was more than just a drunken rabble refusing to follow curfew. The mercenary usually avoided getting involved politics - normally, the only thing that changed was the names. He turned to the door, stopping to grab his sword from where it rested against the wall, before hurrying downstairs, to the main room of the inn.