Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-25828117-20191217014122

Back at the shack the GM assumed people would've set their tents nearby and gotten settled in.

Helian was inside cooking over the fireplace.

Nemicus sat outside on the porch of the shack, uncorking a bottle of Alto wine with a pleasant 'pop'. He held the cork to his nose to let the aromas sink in.

Midnight stood at the edge of camp looking out into the distance.

And Lysilde, well, she was discussing things quietly with Mildra away from anyone who might overhear.