Lords of RPG

At a nearby table, three merchants, of Imperial stock, sat blankly staring into their untouched mugs of beer. They were alive, but they had the look of men who had lost everything.

Bored.  So bored.  Bored beyond hope.  Bored to death.  By the gods, Elias was bored.   He, the crazed knight Bastille, and the dragon-man Shax had been holed up in a safe-house for weeks.  They were laying low...

The dense air, thick with moisture, left a wet sheen on his exposed skin as he sauntered through the shadowland.

T’na is on his journey home and the wild source of his sorcery is manifesting itself regularly.