Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-5583506-20140212002317

Arngrim looked around inside the inn. Luna was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't blame her if she had take off while he was bathing. He knew indeed that this was perhaps a lost cause doomed to fail. Bhisha was no ordinary witch. She was a mother of darkness and demons. It was a wonder that a spiteful creature like her could ever have had such a blessed granddaughter.

He sat down by a table and ordered the regular mead. He sniffed that honey scent with his perfected sense of smell and emptied the flagon in a moments notice. This new trail was the closest thing he had ever been to Bhisha. And perhaps... just perhaps this was the end of the line as well... for one of them at least...