Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-5583506-20170608204440

Torbjorn, having kept a close eye on Catryn's whereabouts, slowly lumbered through the streets where the masses were in an uproar. He had already told the Crimson Brigands to pack up and get ready to leave once he became aware of the massacre that was occuring. Right now his priority was to get Catryn out safe and sound as well.

He gripped his greataxe tightly, mustering the strength and discipline from his days of knighthood. First sign of any hostility towards him, her or any other member of the Crimson Brigands and he would coat the cobblestoned streets with a fresh, wet red.