-ooc- I'm starting with my chara. Finally!
Brome stood on the long boat staring at the shore. It had been six long years since he had seen Noonvale, and he had recieved a message of great urgency. His father, Gilyim, was quickly fading, and his mother, Lyvia, had written to Brom telling him of it, and the fact that one mouse, a certain Fleetfoot, was wanting control of Noonvale. Already, Noonvale was quickly turning into a place of discontent, as Fleetfoot was bribing many to get them to join him.