Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141219013143/@comment-29559990-20141224025651

(Ugh. I hate wrappin presents.)

As the group traveled, Borskar was constantly glancing around the surrounding areas. The enemy marching into their home territory had certainly thrown the big man off. He wasn't jumping at every slight rustle in the bushes and such, but he was much more alert now.

Akros leaned over to one of the mercenaries, a large man dressed in a reachman garb, and asked "You think those bastards'll come back to the lodge?"