Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160719215724

Hound drinks alone, the rain having subsided for a while. It's now simply cold and wet, and the fire does its best under the circumstances. He hears a voice.

"Excuse me sir, but you're bleeding.  Do you need help? Are you in pain?"

Standing to one side is a Golem. She's obviously been working outside in the rain and mud; she's wet from head to toe and mud covers her feet and a great deal of her workman's clothes. Her light hair just barely touches her shoulders.

She looks concerned. "Have you been to battle?  Can I get you something to eat?"