Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-12599067-20141105003526

Once the group had finished eating (or in Lorcan's case, lounging), Ranwulf rose to his feet and cocked his head towards the door, alerting everyone that it was time to leave. Veranwen set his empty bottle of mead on the corner of the table, gathered her scrolls and map into her knapsack, then grabbed her staff and rose to join him.

(Anything left to say, or timeskip?)