Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170209232643

The lot of them headed out of the Frumentarii camp. No one guided them, or ushered them along, but they were very much watched.

They set off, back the way they'd come, to the road, and headed north. Sure enough, the roadside bar appeared in view. It was a squat, wooden building, with a light-up neon sign that all letters but a few had broken off of, and cracked asphalt parking lot. The bar had three entrances and exits, the front double doors, which had windows all alongside it, a side exit, and a back fire exit.

How they approached the building was up to them.