Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-30046039-20170121003933/@comment-31605619-20170205040549

Quince finally returned to the clearing, and he glanced at them, before turning to add his wood to the pile. Then, without a word, he sat himself down on one of the large, protuding, outspread roots of the willow under which they had all settled, and where Ryley and Regunnash were burying Jasper. He stared into the distance, contemplating in silence.