Re: Old Ways IC
Jeanne finishes selling the last bit of squirrel meat and raccoon pelt she trapped in the past months, palming the only gold piece she has left to her name after buying a sturdy set of armor. Returning to her camp site on the outskirts of town, her keen elven eyes immediately spot an out of place letter. "Bost Manor... Bost Manor." She mulls it over to herself, making note of the sturdy fort not far from camp and the odd stranger heading in that direction.
Ever curious about humans and their ways, Jeanne straps on her plate mail and heads towards the manor.