Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24438639-20140204025122/@comment-11457306-20140207025634

Candlehearth Hall was crowded. She waded through a sea of sailors, townsfolk, soldiers, pilgrims to the shrine of Talos and travelers of all kinds, including the group she had traveled with. She shook the snow off her cloak and stomped her boots to clear them of the white stuff. Then she mounted the stairs to the upper floor in search of the fire and hopefully, Olaf.

The big Nord was hard to miss. She spotted him easily as she came to the head of the stairs, across the room with several others. He had set his horned helmet aside for the moment and was drinking an enormous flagon of ale. She smiled broadly and called to him as she walked toward his table. "Olaf!"