Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160125140707

Percival tapped against the stone of the house as they passed them. "Well, they do look oriental."

They could see a few villagers walk around, but to their surprise they where all at least over sixty in age. Perchival whispered to Alek. "I get the feeling these people are as ancient as that road was abandoned.."

They walked to the general store where an old man stood behind the storedesk. His face was worn from years of work and his mustache and goatee grey. "Two interesting young men enter our store. You two don't happen to be from the church, are you?"

From the side of the store a nice lady with similar grey hair stood next to what could only be described as a stone oven, heated with a few pies already baking. In the roots of the old lady one could still see a beautiful hazelbrown color fade the longer the hair was. "Would you boys perhaps like something to eat?"