Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180318192223/@comment-25828117-20180326231350

"Oblivion take you, Spoke!" A voice bellowed further down the road, interrupting Virde's mysterious moment.

An Imperial looking man appeared to be kicking one of the wheels on his cart, which on closer inspection looked to be stuck.

"Mara preserve me before I make firewood from this thing." He muttered angrily as he once again tried pushing it. The cart did not budge.