Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3528442-20180516162039/@comment-25350022-20180623221148

Every last sweetroll was seized and gathered just outside of the Whiterun Gates and stacked on a bonfire. The Dragonborn struck a match a lit the pile of sweetrolls. It burned brightly a blue flame. The sweet aroma of burning sugar filled the area and was carried away by the wind for miles, capturing the attention of...