Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140729234006/@comment-24449631-20140731163608

"Daggerfall..." A voice sounded as if it was a prolonged sigh.

"You remember me of the old days. The bad old days..." the owner of which continued stern himself.

looking up from a medallion, even though he played with the little cap as if he was about to open it he didn't. and put it back into his pocket, even though it was normally made to be worn around the neck.

Rowan looked out over a mob of angry men and women.

He smiled at the idea that a hundred years or so ago, he would've been doing exactly the same.

"Now this could be interesting"