Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161011223044

The group didn't talk much after that, throught the night they kept to themselves. Praetor continued to whittle by the fireplace, Ibrahim kept a watchful eye out the window and Hound sat in the corner with his arms folded. Outside the wind move the trees, their claw like branches scratch the cabin and the howls of nocturnal creatures carries on the strong breeze. The only comfort they had was the heat the fire and their thoughts of home. Hound had his eyes closed, but he was on high alert. In a meditative like state, he sat there unmoving and utterly quite, as he listened to the chorus outside. After several hours, a dim light covered the sky, dawn had come.