Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-11457306-20140612001435

Rhiannon frowned. A retired Tribune had no authority. She put her hand on her sword hilt again. But there was something familiar about him...about all of them. She looked up at the big Nord. Few men were taller than she, but he made her feel small. "What nonsense are you spouting?  I've been here the whole time, tracking...down..." Something was very wrong. She felt a strong sense of deja vu, as if she had done this before...long ago.