Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160812044141

Jakin barged into the tent, passing through the badly sewn tear made from the tree trunk that Tormund tore from the ground in his moment of frustration. Inside the tent, the Prince of Northpoint saw that he was one amongst many.

Everyone that Tormund introduced earlier that day was there, everyone but Lisbeth.

"Prince Jakin?", the King of Farrun seemed confused at the young man's remark.

Every pair of eyes, inside the tent turned towards the newcomer. Every pair, but one who seemed to ignore Jakin, Duke Draluc.