Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170823055902

Praetor, having removed his dirty clothes sits under his sheets and reflects on the days events. He had wandered through the forest and encountered Adillis, watched her summon a vision of himself killing R'hun then saw her crush a fairy in her palm. Thomas and Marcus both judged him in his state of delirium and he struck a deal with the last being he expected to offer help. Then some strange minxflayer insulted them as they left. He had his neck wound stitched together and even gained a little Damphire assistant.

"Not bad for a single day I do say so myself. But I really do need to find a set of clothes that fit. I don't want to go walking around the castle looking like some peasant."

-Since when do we care about appearance?-

"Ever since we were given sanctuary in this palace. We are guests here and we will not make our host look like a fool for bringing us here."