Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131208054338/@comment-11457306-20131211013633

Anwen went back to her room and pulled on the rest of her armor, strapped on her belt pouches and bandolier and slung her felt wrapped lute on her back, then covered all with her cloak. She slipped the axes into their rings and checked her daggers. Striding out into the main room, her anger just barely in check, she went to speak to the Innkeeper about her horse, passing him a small bag of gold. "See that he's picked up--or I'll come back to pay you a visit," she said.

Then she turned follow Jack, but stopped. ''Trivar? TRIVAR?''