Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-25363089-20180110043725

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Margrit was driving a old fashion horse drawn wagon; She had just filled it up with the supplies for the hospital; After finding the down airship that had the supplies. From there she started her long journey back the birds were chirping but then they stopped. Which told Margrit one thing. "Trouble is a brewing.". As she kept her wits about her scanning the road a head for danger as she made the horse keep going; To make it look like she hadn't sense any real threat...yet. But she was keeping one hand rested on singing death as she rode along.