Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26383377-20180303183055

"Here..." Akata stood up and sheathed her sword, she turned towards the fire, which had a makeshift spit assembled over it. There was a pheasant roasting on the spit. It was finely cooked, and Akata grabbed the stick which had skewered the pheasant, pulling it upwards. She stepped to tiral, and offered him the skewere pheasant. "You need some energy."