Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-26103034-20151203164615

(Continued from ages ago.)

Locked. All this way and it's locked.

A hand on her shoulder made Alynia jump, and she spun around to see a young man, skinny with a thin beard and dark hair and eyes, wearing an old brown trench coat.

"What did I say?" he said, with a smile.

(Wll add more, but gotta go)