Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150123171346/@comment-29559990-20150125144508

"Hey, you big stupid bastard! Look over here!"

Torg looked up and spotted... someone. He rarely noticed who was here anymore, or what names belong to those people. He usually just took his spot on the training grounds and ripped apart the Training Dummy's

"Follow me. We need you to help us load up some supplies." He turned to walk out, and Torg got up to follow, dusting off some straws that had decided to stick to his clothing --- Down by the docks

"Alright, Torg, listen very carefully." The man spoke at an extremely slow speed. "All you have to do, is move these boxes, onto that ship without smashing them. Do you think you can handle that?"

Torg nodded, and he started to transfer the boxes onto the ship at a decent pace and with great ease. The boxes that some would consider too heavy were almost as light as air for Torg.

Soon, he found himself on the bottom levels of the deck placing boxes, where he spotted a large bed. It looked rather comfy, and he found himself to be rather tired. He climbed on top of it and stared up at the ceiling, actually feeling himself dozing off.

Then, the ship started to move.