Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140223050145

Brighid stood and started back for the Inn. She no longer felt she needed to kill someone. She was highly irritated that they seemed to be picking up people like stray dogs. Yes, they needed allies, but they needed the right kind of allies.

She walked back toward the Inn, her stomach rumbling with hunger. She wondered if Anneken had sent her stew back or left it to get cold.