Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-3293219-20140904080213

"Guess so, hopefully they'll have a blacksmith who sells fireplace pokers..." Azarath sighed, heading off in Shor's Stone's vague direction.

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Nadira could do little but groan as she was swung from side to side, she'd never been hung upside down for so long and it was more than disorientating.

"Emarrel? Wh-What's happening?"