Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140202155431

Makoru finally pocketed the trinket he had been toying with and stepped back into the inn, avoiding conversation with Stroggvir or Niall as he stepped past. He took note that the door to the room he rented was open and instinctively put his hand on the hilt of his sword, then stepped in and looked over the room. Anwen was dozing in a chair, with an empty flask sitting on the table next to her, and Torene was still fast asleep. He resisted the urge to facepalm, realizing that he had forgotten to feed her the broth before he had left, then took a seat opposite Anwen, knowing that he was going to earn quite the scolding from her once she awoke.