Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170127225331

A third doorway, that likely led into the rest of the house, was suddenly filled by a man in a ragged cloak. He must've been old, for he walked hunched over, his hood obscuring his face.

He ignored the two groups of newcomers, and shuffled towards the pile of forks at the center of the room, and began to rifle through it, as if there was one out of the hundreds of identical forks he wanted.