Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170302181659

The man looks up and stands, glad to take a break from his chore.

"Nothing like that around here, lad," he says, dusting his hands. "But from the sound of things, you're wanting to go to Dorian's Bridge. Word is there's some spooks around there what helped a boy get home a couple of nights ago.  They're about to throw a party or some such, what to celebrate the lad's return." The man scratches his moustache. "You turn west at the entrance to our village, you'll get there come five miles. No mistaking it, it's at the very end of the road."