Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151117225651/@comment-29559990-20151130224301

Nacar inhaled deeply, partly as he readied himself to begin a trek through what was sure to be the most hair-brained, stressful experience of his entire life, and partly so that he may get the smell of clean air into his nostrils.

He went to his dresser and packed into it his bag of belongings, which included his cane and whatever else Creighton had packed for him. After that he, began making his way back to the deck. He tried not to delay. Being late wouldn't leave a good first impression, and he simply couldn't affford that...