Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150109212250/@comment-4363162-20150111235607

Val lined down the sights of his crossbow, adjusting his aim once in a while. He lay sprawled, camoflaged in the snow. Steadily, he tightened his finger around the trigger. The bolt found it's mark in the skull of a deer, bringing the beast down quietly. He hopped down from his perch and moved in to examine his kill.

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Halle stretched. "So where are we going, and for what?"