Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20161228193454

Blain stares a Cyndwella dumbfounded for a moment. "Aye you're right. I'd do best to avoid such scum. But my son and I need to eat so we came out here to hunt." Blain pauses and looks to Cyndwella. "I apologize miss, I didn't mean by my question."

"Don't worry about that Blain, have you seen anything or heard anything going on out here." Marcus steps in.

"Unfortunately I haven't." Blain shakes his head.

Marcus sighs and tosses him a silver coin. "Man's gotta eat, but he also needs to keep safe. Take that coin, go to your nearest village to get food and stay out of the woods for a little while." Marcus dismisses Blain, but the man's son finally speaks up.

"You Marcus Jaghund? The champion of Zahmeria! My friends will never believe this!" The is practically jumping up and down. Marcus frivolously searches his pockets for anything he could give boy, his hand settles on his canteen that bares the Jaghund family crest, a wolf-dogs head with a sword and arrow behind it.

"Here." Marcus tosses the kid the canteen. "They'll believe you now...." Marcus gestures the boy and his father to leave and turns to the cave. "Ok Cynd, let's go have a look."

The two enter into the cave and look around, water drips from the stalactites that hang from the ceiling. Marcus can smell the scent of humans in the cave and begins swishing the dirt on the floor around with his boot. "Someone definitely was camping here...."