Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170113003748/@comment-24530992-20170410201145

"Ah, you're here," Gunter began, taking his cigarette between his index and middle finger, nodding at the two. "Indeed. Doesn't hurt to have one once in a while. Anyway, shall we begin?"

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Kaz made his way down the streets of Warsaw, his pickaxe slung over his shoulder. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples and cheeks, making it clear that he had just departed from the trains after finishing his work. He was rather quiet, minding himself as he walked past any guards or citizens.