Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150701210350

((Oh lol, ignore that last post xD. Thought it was payment for something else.))

Randell exited the arena, stealthily making his way through the crowd. He started heading to a rundown and small abandoned hotel in the very far corners of the Plains district.

Solitary and alone. A preferred lifestyle. He would meet his employer there and recieve payment. As much as he would have killed the noble gladly, he needed something to live on. Obviously.