Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-26103034-20171008091546

As Rularel looked around, realising for the first time the scale of the attacks, he swallowed a small vial of potion he'd taken from his belt. He could feel the eyes of the garrison on him as he walked away, and tried to remind himself that this was nothing new. It was nearing midday and his armour was hot and sweaty, but he resisted adjusting or removing his armour.