Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-3293219-20150929202918

As Scire began to pace around the room, he noticed that a black feather fell down from the ceiling between himself and Hawke.

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As Ragnar entered the final room, he noticed that it had little to offer that was of any practical use, their weapons certainly weren't in there and nothing could serve as a viable subtittute.

Well, unless Ragnar could use a mop like a bo-staff...