Thread:Francois2005/@comment-29253708-20170916162533/@comment-32311838-20170917135402

You get out of bed and follow her down to have a real conversation. Yelling doesn't suit a leader, after all. You say that as she looks around.

There's some guns, lots of powder, and a fair amount of shot on one wall. Opium, stolen tobacco, and some treasure lies in the corner. A hearth cozily crackles near the door, and a couch and training dummies fill the interior of the room. You'd have loved to thank the craftsman who made this again, if you hadn't had to put a musket ball into his stomach.