Unsure - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
4/7/476
Log
A representive from Shralesta waits at the docks for people to respond to his message. The Salamander taps his foot a few times while he waits, looking up toward the sun, "Why do they take so long responding." He looks back to his ship then brushes out his robes. He reads over his parchment again, still curious about who would respond and what was going on in general. The sun is bright in the sky this early afternoon, causing a general feel of warm sleepyness to perferate the air.
