Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-43665987-20191113221008/@comment-31336039-20191116011435

Pierre Pevel, a mercenary by profession, arrived in town on foot, holding his old horse by the bridle. The bags overflowing with his personal belongings. With his Bec de Corbin on the shoulder. This weapon had certainly known better days but it remained sturdy and deadly.

As he come closer, he could not stop wondering if he could earn enough to spend the winter safe from need. And even better, to be noticed and enter the service of a lord.