Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20180717191438/@comment-30700719-20180719203430

Interestingly, instead of flying in like pretty much every town I encounter, my first steps into the town of Rathnafar were upon the wooden pier of the river, having traveled by boat for a change. To any other traveler, I seemed at ease, but those with past experience would note a certain...apprehensiveness around me, continuously on guard, ready to bolt.

"Hey, you! You there!" yelled someone, and I stopped in my tracks, turning towards the source of the noise like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You look like life didn't deal you a good hand, buddy. Remember the good old days?" inquired a Witch on the other side of the street, standing on a barrel to be at eye level with a woman with a collapsed rifle on her back. I wiped the sweat off my brow and carried on.

In time, I came to an all too welcome sight: an inn. Stepping inside, I walked over to a free chair, and sat down.