Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-12012634-20140619175544

Seeing that my "companion" has shown no aggression, I stop fiddling with my wrappings and simply grab the reins of my house and steer it to town. I begin to unclasp my cloak, and offer it to my mutilated Companion.

"If it would assist your mind in calming itself, then please do take this"

Although my companion was slightly correct, he was dreadfully wrong. We had no provisions to build any sort of coverment for ourself to protect ourselves from the touch of Mother Nature, and we could use with some information on the Mountains as I have only visited Shadowfall once in my life. No doubt my "companion" will have some sort of plan once we are within Nightingale, but he can do nothing to me within the town. For not only is a town a place of work, life, and rest. It's also a place of death. I need to say only a word, and I shall be safe within the arms of the loving dead. Though it will only be a last resort, I need not to stress my powers just after recieving my graft.