Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161011015944

Having cast my wards, I come back inside. "Well, we have a two hundred foot radius circle aroumd us that will not only slow down whatever sneaks up on us, but will let me know of anything that passes through."

I sit down and place a folded poece of fine leather with embossed edges on the table. I unfold it several times, revealing a large, hot, fully cooked meal and cold flagon that couldn't have possibly fit inside it. "Thanks be to whichever diety invented displacement magic," I mumble before tucking in.

"So, I'm curious. Who was this little birdie who was kind enough to inform you of Armata's plans, and what are said plans?" I ask between forkfuls.