Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160222230237/@comment-24141785-20160229203632

As Gabriel had started packing up, he started to hear the faint sound of whistling. Swings of swords cutting through bushes, and the sounds of laughter started to become much more apparant, and it was obvious that they weren't alone...

That...isn't any sort of bear I know..

The Breton flung the knapsack over his shoulder, pulling his sword out of its sheath. They needed to move...

(Sideplot time!)