Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150114040937

Eureka was surveying the construction of the "City", although city was a bit of an overstatement. There wasn't enough Grey Elves in their population to make an actual city, it was more of a town encircling a much bigger fortress.

Eureka watched as a Dwarf walked up the road leading to the Keep. With his Elven vision he was able to make out the face of his friend, Glosur. He teleported down a little ways ahead of Glosur, and walked the rest of the way to meet him.

"Glosur, my friend! What brings you to my humble abode?" He noticed the troubled look in Glosur's eyes. "What happened? I mean, besides the rebellion. What's wrong?"