Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-28358106-20161216030849

(No prob, that same polar front will be hitting us tomorrow night. Personally I'm looking forward to it.)

Lucida pulls her coat tighter with three of her four hands. "Y-yes please, ma'am, I was hoping to speak with the master of your house, Marcus Jaghund. My name is Lucida Ibrahim." She begins to shiver, not just because of the cold, but out of nervousness. She looks at Grettle with slight trepidation.