Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-5614539-20150906141123

Saffir relaxed in the inn, not participating in the revelry, but preferring her own quiet celebration in the corner, because, in a way, she had won a personal battle: she had identified her family were not unique. She drank a tankard of High Rock wine as she sat in the corner of the room, quietly.