Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5583506-20190402231533

Shanks took a whiff in the air, sucking in the whorl of scents and stenches. It made him quite dizzy. Somewhere there were people cutting fish, foaming ale brewed on fermented brahmin milk. He started moving forward through the masses, trying his best to ignore the stares he got from the people. Whenever they got a little too personal by pointing fingers, he snarled at them and raised his scarf to cover as much of his hideous face as possible.

He parted the masses like Moses had done with the Red Sea, motioning for Tanner and the rest to follow, lest they would lose one another. He had caught the scent of Willy's breakfast.

Eggs, he recalled, as the scent lay heavily on the air like an invisible trail for him to follow through the crowd. An American breakfast ...