Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160726193402/@comment-5543592-20160730040004

Crimson was the port side of the ship, holding his pipe between two fingers as he watched the port in morning. It was lazy; mist rising from the water, gulls squawking, and a few workers milling about, all underneath the bluish hue of a recently risen sun.

"Tell 'm what?" Crimson said, looking sideways at Levi. "That we got their boy killed?" He spat off the side of the ship, into the water. "No point'in puttin' it nicely.  We gone and got a kid murdered." He took a long drag of his pipe. "Better own up to it."

"Miri, if you want to be strong, I don't think whacking blocks of wood is going to do much to help." Scire noted, not really thinking this was the way to take grief anyway. Scire preferred to use humor and just sort of deny to yourself that it had really happened.