Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20170103125903

"It's not so much the newspaper as it is the one who is wielding it. Ah, there we are." Marcus looks ahead to a mountain, with a single entrance that has two big torches on either side with a small town in front. From the road it is a straight shot through the main drag of town to the entrance of the mine. The town is a bustle of activity as Dwarves scurry about with silver in hand.

In and out they move like ants to an ant hill. As one cart goes out another one goes in mountain, ensuring a constant flow of wealth. Marcus and Cyndwella enter the town and make their way to the mine. The town itself is very small, only a few houses for the miner's board and a couple buildings for trade and entertainment.

"Welcome to Silbernen Laufbahn." Marcus puffs his cigar once more.