EVERY TEAR SOAKED WHISKEY MEMORY / private

[dannychan]

jim and the others had finally found the new hearthstone and the building of a new troll market had begun. he was currently working on his little but, hanging up fairy lights and things, setting up furniture the others had gotten for him. he sighed, looking around and setting his hands on his hips. he glanced at claire, who was lounging on the rocking chair, sighing. “so, you’re not gonna help?” he asked. the girl smirked. “not even a little.” she said and saw the curtain get pulled back. jim looked up and smiled slightly. “hey draal.”

[member=503]legiana.[/member]