Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190210000820

"Old Hroldan."

"Old Hroldan Inn is just a bit further." Graicus informed, seeming to shake out of his daydream.

The reach started to envelop them. Jagged spires rose up around them. Trapping them in a harsh landscape that appeared to have no way out.

Meanwhile a blue jay flew out of its little nest. A hole in a gnarled tree without leaves. It's blue feathers popping out in the greys and other dull colors of the land.