Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180117210917

(S9/Eo) Upon hearing that the Elves completed their journey, relief floods Eothred's mind, washing away months of worry. Today was proving to be the best he's had in many months---he finally has some funds, he's on the verge of finally making it to Whitemarch, and he's gotten word that Melandil made good on his promise to provide Greywall refuge. If the Elves made it, then his countrymen likely did too, which means he's closer to his goal than he's been since he was forced from his home.

He sighs, leaning back into his chair. It's not a sigh of anguish or discontent. It's a sigh that lifts a burden. If these gorls prove willing enough to travel with him, it would make his journey that much easier.

He chuckles a little, then smiles in a friendly way at Evylyn as he lifts his tankard. "Forgiven. After all, things can't have been easy for you after you were forced out.  Let's just enjoy the evening together, then, as three of a kind." He takes a drink.