Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140212141252/@comment-5583506-20140218231842

Embershard mine was indeed as he had feared and expected empty, but by the looks of it hagravens and witches had recently been using it as a place for sacrilegious rituals. A small bundle of feathers lay strewn across an altar in the center of an antechamber. He picked one up and smelled it, making a grimace as he did.

"Phew!" he exclaimed and threw away the feather. "It reeks of hagraven! Curse my werewolf nose! I bet these belonged to Bhisha or at least one of her foul-smelling sisters!"