Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140427163833/@comment-5735114-20140429225131

The blacksmith stopped jingling the coins in his massive hands and looked over to the new arrival, giving him a glare that signified he should stop talking. Gilnea looked up, her face saddened slightly but not much compared to her usual expression. She was unused to all this kindness, so she was naturally even more fearful than usual. Thus, she didn't answer and merely shook her head slightly.