Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-7262318-20191227214507

Garran was off working on Morku's mane and fur, trying to clean her up after a number of days of running through muddy battlefields and cold forests. The poor thing had been absolutely caked in dirt up until now.

Shrava sat near the inn, her eyes shut as she quietly worked with some flame magic around her. It appeared that this was her way of meditating.

Alvoran sat on a stone nearby, looking over his dulling sword. He would need to resharpen it soon.