Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150706054658

Vermont, sat in the Ursa, wiping down the bar, while he waited for the last of his patrons to leave for the night. It had been a pretty quiet night but, the fire still crackled cheerfully in the hearth bathing the room in warm light, and making the well polished surfaces glow.

"Mhhmmm, well it's not a castle, but it's home, and I couldn't ask for a better one. Guess I am a lucky guy."

Leaning back against the wall, Vermont waved as the last two people slowly left the bar. Eyeing their empty glasses he waited for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth. 