Board Thread:Galan Adventures/@comment-5008281-20151106234518/@comment-4072803-20151107003513

Evren Madwood had, in his respect, a rather frustrating evening. Having arrived in town early that morning and having found nothing even remotely resembling what he was looking for, he had hoped to find something to drink without actually gettiing drunk. With even that pursuit appearing fruitless, he had simply sat down and watched the people in the tavern while mentally debating whether or not to sleep.

But then-

"Scroll" and "true power".

Those where a bit closer to the magic words he had been looking for, in a manner of speaking.

"Hey," he said suddenly as he stood up, allowing his voice to echo all over the bar, "what was that about a scroll, old man?" He was seemingly ignoring the young man and his companions, focusing simply on the object of their impending assault.