Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-12599067-20141101224919

Ranwulf stepped through the gate and into the Market District just after a carriage bearing imported goods from High Rock and immediately began looking about for the mercenaries. While he knew that Conall, Kasara, and Mal would stick out like sore thumbs in the crowd, finding the others (especially Lorcan) would have been much more difficult if he hadn't spotted the towering Orc looming over the heads of the crowd. Ranwulf promptly began making his way through the crowd, nearly tripping over a crate of potatoes in the process, and noted that the group had stuck together and so far no one had run off with their money, although it seemed that most of it had disappeared to some alchemist's coin purse, given that he couldn't see many supplies other than potions in their hands. Still, that had to account for something.

"Are you ready to set off or do you need more time to gather supplies?" Ranwulf asked as he drew closer to the group, having to raise his voice in order to be heard over the crowd.