Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20180717191438/@comment-34818102-20180719180055

Valorad, Arch Necromancer of the Howling Moors, was tired. He luckily had just entered a town, his Skeletal Companion Khefru trailing behind, her hair as gray as her master's fur, her eyes as gold as Valorad's, and her plate mail was Lavender, matching the Robes the Gnoll she followed wore.

As they walked in one might think a armored Holstaur was following Valorad, due to the size of her chest. They continued towards the inn, ready to rest after a long journey.