Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34263072-20180108111029/@comment-34358576-20180213011333

Riftvus would stop dead in his tracks. He looked around, before putting his torch out. What was he thinking? Slowly, he crouched down to the ground, crawling back toward the Inn silently, if he even could. Sure, he was curious, but this seemed like a bad risk-reward ratio.