Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190825183915/@comment-31595069-20191020224321

Fife was still asleep, of course downstairs Riona was no longer faceplant of the table but instead making breakfast and drinking a prairie oyster. “Morning...” She mumbled a bit as she heard two pairs of footsteps walk downstairs.

No response from the outside, the amount of noise and combat going on seemed to drown out the banging noises.