Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140430020817/@comment-6006054-20140501012744

The morning was cold and gray. The sun had just started rising. Nahlgaaf had purchased a small cart, it would be used for transport. He had told the inn keeper to awaken the hirelings. He thought back to the chance he wasted a few years back. If he had just stabbed a bit higher, or tried to deliver a follow up blow...

Breldon pulled on his tan, preist like robes. He was still half asleep as he gathered up his pack and sheild. By the time he descended from his second story room the inn keeper had set out portable breakfasts for everyone in the group, sans Nahlgaaf. "Grab one, then meet your boss out front." the inn keeper called from a back room.