Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140613010718/@comment-24530992-20140613023018

Cindaia sat on the porch of the inn, overlooking most of the city. She studied it, biting her lip, a few days after tomorrow was the day the Dragonborn will be taken down.

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Jakarn drank most of the beer before falling asleep. His head was covered partailly by his hood, and drool was seeping through his lips.