Its dark.
Rain batters at the inhabitants of the Parsons Breach Outpost.
A call comes from out side the gate to have it open, and three riders enter through a postern gate. The first dismounts and tosses his reins to a stable boy, pulling his cloak tight aganst the rain. He speaks with the other two and with warriors shake, the two figures stride off towards the barraks, a glimpse of the baby blue and white can be seen as the wind tugs at their cloaks.
The third figure heads toward Artie's little brew house, knowing full well where his Corpral would be on this Fate forsaken night.
Aengus enters the taven and pulls back his hood, revealing a new Scar across his face. "Wench! brin' me Wine, an' leave the bottle." he takes a seat by the fire and warms his hands, waiting for the Klangnor to present himself.
Rain batters at the inhabitants of the Parsons Breach Outpost.
A call comes from out side the gate to have it open, and three riders enter through a postern gate. The first dismounts and tosses his reins to a stable boy, pulling his cloak tight aganst the rain. He speaks with the other two and with warriors shake, the two figures stride off towards the barraks, a glimpse of the baby blue and white can be seen as the wind tugs at their cloaks.
The third figure heads toward Artie's little brew house, knowing full well where his Corpral would be on this Fate forsaken night.
Aengus enters the taven and pulls back his hood, revealing a new Scar across his face. "Wench! brin' me Wine, an' leave the bottle." he takes a seat by the fire and warms his hands, waiting for the Klangnor to present himself.