Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20170109140908

"Indeed." Marcus rises out of the chair, moves to the front door and outside. He looks around the familiar surroundings as snow gently falls and coats the ground. Grettle makes her way around the house with Marcus' horse in tow.

"There you are my lord. Do tell the Baron I said 'hello'." Grettle smiles as she passes off the reigns to Marcus. With a small nod and smile he spurs the horse. The road slowly inclines like a ramp all the way up to the Baron's castle. Stout looking castle of gray stone that matches the mountain it's built into. The large beacon fire atop the castle burns vigorously with pride and strength.

"Ok Cynd, do me a favor and behave yourself today. Try not to screw up the negotiations, okay?" Marcus looks over to Cynd with a hint of suspicion.