Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20181205124022/@comment-37523810-20181206000639

Roran found his way to the town square, where he sat down and opened his knapsack for tips. He then brought his pan flute to his lips to play a spell song, trying to put in any happiness he had left into the tune. It was a weak spell because of his lack of joy, but he hoped it would work all the same.