Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454/@comment-38248322-20190521225952

There of course was a blacksmith, whose house was all but rubble, working on the anvil, a baggar on the street who was all skin and bone, wearing rags that were all dirtied and soiled, a marchant who had a grimiced look on him as he sat on a chair near his ruined stall, a warehouse that...was really only a chest looked over by a man who had a lazy eye, being pecked at by a raven, and a robed figure that was tending to a cauldron over the fire, muttering sonething inaudibly.