Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200419223358/@comment-28358106-20200419235632

Lights flickered in windows. The crickets and night birds were partially drowned out, even here, by the large stream that ran through town and plummeted over the side of a cliff some distance away. Everywhere, man-made tributaries snaked off and to various homes, several of which had small mill wheels that turned with the flow. Handfuls of people here and there, all human, stood and conversed, while a few others went about their evening errands.

Several of them look up at Marcus

Marcus finds himself approached by a middle aged man in plain clothing. His direction shows he is walking from the small livery that is a short distance away.

"Evenin'," he says. "You'll be needin' a stable, I reckon? Fair weather ain't ours much longer, what have ye."

He strolls up expectantly and stops, his thumbs in his belt.