Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-5543592-20150722235002

Daithi climbed from the hay, clumps of it sticking out of his armor and hair. He touched the side of his face, where the bruise would be forming. He hadn't been expecting that.

Once he was back on his feet, he walked back into the city, to see the aftermath.