Linkin ran a finger along an intricate vine carved into the tabletop. The Green Man inn bustled with activity but was nearly void of the once common Forresters. Linkin stood and made his way to the back room of the inn. He scanned the empty beds and shook his head. Decisions were being made. Linkin pulled his forest green cloak with ivory embroidery from the peg near his bed and ventured out to find his kin.
((Those with Forresters please see the clan forums for a vote that will affect us moving forward. The vote will be open for two weeks.))