Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170212144717/@comment-28412230-20170223221243

Throughout the break of twilight and beginning of dusk, the aristocrat spent reduced hours of sleep searching for fallen braches that were durable, as well as sharp stones that were rarely scattered about.

'Now all I need is some sort of thread... '''Morrigan thought, silently grumbling as there were no remote signs for anything that was flexible to tie. She returned to their camp, both Peaches and Wendy seemed to try and start a fire.''