Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190218191259

(Jester) The two reach Roda’s small home as the cold wind begins to pick up. Roda holds Prad’s arm tight as she tugs him into her home, away from the blistering wind. Howling sounds cascade over the wooden roof of the cottage as Roda works to create a fire in the wood stove. Placing the tinder and a few hunks of wood, she strikes a match and lights the fire. She closes the wood stove and adjusts the ventilation, giving the flames more life.

“Make yourself at home Prad. I’ll get started on making tea.”