Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190206020003/@comment-24510587-20190218011057

No Charred Skins bothered the expedition for the remainder of the day. As night began to fall - and the temperature dropped even further - the party began to approach an island in the wide river, over which a highway bridge passed on either side. On the islands's southwest bank, a few lights shone out of a walled wooden encampment.

"Fort Woolf, ladies and gentlemen," Josiah said.