Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190601225408/@comment-37523810-20191103052758

It wasn't long before the light from the sun began to dim, and soldiers started lighting their torches to make the path visible.

The innkeeper, a human woman with black hair, was wiping the bar table down when she looked up and smiled at Ainyl. "Ah, good evening! What can I do for you, miss?"

"It appears so," Alleria squinted up at the man sitting atop the mast, the melodic sound of his instrument continuing to play. "He apparently saved Ainyl's town of Duredhel from an orc raid using nothing but a panpipe. I only heard that from the Countess, though."