Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150728160435/@comment-5543592-20150801011503

Scire finally caught up to Hawke, looking winded. He slowed into a jog as he neared her, the blood pounding in his head.

"One moment." He murmured, looking like he was ready to tip over. "Just got to," he sucked wind, "catch my breath."