Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-5614539-20150214073708

Drevin mended his doors efore sitting back down.

"Don't. Just... It's always been like this, and he's always been like this." Thryssa stood up, walking for her room. Of interest, guards in black armour had started appearing, silent and deadly. They wore slashers (look up the farming instrument) strapped to their backs.