Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140509162816/@comment-3293219-20140510170004

The junkies weren't exactly doing a good job of staying undercover, several beastfolk and a Breton huddled around a campfire, behind the worn statue of the Hero of Kvatch. The statue had degraded over the years, to the point that it was just a torso, who's arms had fallen off along with whatever weapon he/she held, the fact had rotted away and if they had a tail, that had gone to. The townsfolk seemed to give it a great deal of attention now, due to their fear of the cultists and eventually of Telemachus.

The camp was open and exposed but the guards didn't seem to be doing anything about it, anyone who had been to Bruma, recently, would know that it was there, so it was obvious that Cray either intended to come back for them later or he wanted someone else to do it. The five addicts huddled around, poking at the fire, to fight the rain and stop it from going out...