02-19-2016, 06:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-20-2016, 05:33 AM by Magikeeper.)
Arl had been nodded along with the conversation. This was a good group! She was pleased by the sorts of questions being asked, and the answers were intriguing. Still, it high time she joined the conversation herself. The woman reluctantly stops devouring the steak and rice, setting her shovel fork on the table (it had been two weeks since the last time she had decent meat, much less a delectable steak).
"Three hours away... in what direction?"
"Three hours away... in what direction?"