Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140420011843/@comment-24784616-20140424000512

(Raddan ain't gon' be happy.)

After spending the night there, Byerik was off riding once again, already in High Rock's borders. He was venturing through the wilderness, when he noticed an Orc and a Breton walking down a road, wearing red and gold-colored uniforms. They had an odd insignia on their shoulder, showing a cracked skull with flames on one half of it. He slowly approached the two travelers.

"Excuse me? Would you have any idea where the Tyrant Fall could be?" he asked them.

"Up there in the mountains," the Breton pointed. "We're members of it. If you're looking to join, we can bring you to our commander."

He gave a sigh of relief. "That'd be great, thanks."

Byerik followed as the two Tyrant Fall members escorted him up the mountains.