Lochar
God of Storytellers
As you all discuss, you hear the muffled clanking of armor approaching. Coming around the corner onto the street you all are on, are three men in heavy fur and woolen clothing, and as they approach you can hear the muffled sound of moving armor getting louder.
"Millan?" One says looking at Carmine, "Who the hell are these people, and why'd you let them into the camp? You know the rules say one guest at a time, and you have to keep to the guest quarters."
"Millan?" One says looking at Carmine, "Who the hell are these people, and why'd you let them into the camp? You know the rules say one guest at a time, and you have to keep to the guest quarters."