Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5166523-20141006180808

The blizzard clears, and the silhouette is revealed to be a tall cairn, with a cloth rag flapping in the breeze.

Gwiriel sighs and lowers his bow.

"False alarm."

He turns away, muttering about visibility and ambush locations.

(Poor, I know, but I tried to save the continuity.)