Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160902215054/@comment-25828117-20170825173048

The Shopkeeper with the whimsical mustache had just walked out on his shop's porch with a few crates of produce, probably pickles, that he placed down next to the door.

He stretched his back and looked up at the visitors with one hand shielding his eyes from the low hanging evening sun. It appeared they had made acquaintance with the local man of god.