Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20151124063941/@comment-26130578-20151218234637

Glen nodded slightly, then quickly grabbed her cloak, wallet, and scroll from her room. She let Haru lead the way out of their apartment as she tied on her cloak, relishing the warm familiar smell of the wool.

The morning autumn fog was still hanging in the air outside. Street vendors' steam and apartment smokestacks churned with the musky atmosphere. Glen found it curious how such warm, thick scents lived in the cold, and took the time to feel them all as they walked to the hunter mission board at the police station.