Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31940900-20131209221432/@comment-5735114-20131211214244

(I was gonna post, but reading it all as well as LoN took a while, and I had to go.)

Z'shal awoke in the bed with a stretch and a yawn. The room was dark, there were no windows in case the Blighted attacked. Just like the rest of the town, the tavern was built with survival in mind first. Walking out of his room, Z'shal could see that it was already bright out, and the inn was already getting active. Deciding he needed a drink and something to eat before he departed, Z'shal bought some ale and an apple for 100 gold and a health potion. Not having had anything sweet for a while, Z'shal savored the makeshift breakfast, and walked out of the inn. The town was already fairly active, having gathered a reputation as a successful refugee stronghold had attracted many to Oakwood.