Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-3293219-20140308203802

(Sorry, I meant 'area,' not room.

I was aware of it, it was just a mistake.)

The woman pushed through the crowd, slowly growing frustrated at the pace that she was reduced to. She was forced to stop as a crowd of people decided to stand in a circle and have a very loud conversation, blocking off the whole street. She groaned and tried to push past them but it was like trying to breach a brick wall, they were too loud to hear her yelling for attention and too inconsiderate to simply step out of the way.

The nord stepped away, grumbling to herself as she turned around and looked  for another way out of this nightmare. Sadly, there wasn't... just people... an endless sea of them.

As she glared, resentful to the party goers, she found herself looking every single one of them in the face. She hoped to find a good mask to entertain her, while she waited but instead, she found something better.

Is that?

She spotted a man, a nord that she knew from somewhere...

She quickly placed him and gasped, raising her mask to get a better look at him as he pushed through the crowd.

''Rowan? ''Manja thought to herself, pushing through the crowd to reach him.

