Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150505163801/@comment-3293219-20150508234104

As Eleanor chirped her positive reaction a dark figure slowly descended from the ceiling, wrapped head to toe in old, dark rags, with his face conceiled by a large helmet, that shielded his eyes.

He clicked, with his tongue, several times as he got a feel for the area before coming to a stand still...

"Sarcasm? Not one of Danzig's then..."