Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5166523-20141008163656

Gwiriel stares up in the direction of the monastery, past Fjork.

"Did you hear voices? I definitely heard voices."

He pulls his bowstring contemplatively, then slings his bow across his back and draws his Ebony sword.

He walks up to stand by Fjork, then pushes up slowly, trying to see through the raging blizzard.

''Something isn't right here. Still, lack of visibility always makes me cautious. Perhaps it was nothing.''