Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-10906938-20140208232926

As the boat neared the wharfs, an exasperated worker walked to the edge of the dock. His shift had just ended, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside with his newlywed wife. "Who are you?" He called out. Dre'nasha replied by saying, "I am Lefnier Roggresvir, this is Bjorn Hafnirsen." in a flawless Nordic accent. The growing darkness and their hoods obscured their non-nordiness. "And why are you here?" the officer asked. "We work at the mill upriver, and there was an ambush by bandits. We hid on this here boat and drifted downstream." The man sighed and let them dock, running into the city and letting them be someone else's problem.