Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150904152042/@comment-25038310-20150915153608

Roland moved forward, placing himself in front of the group. Not trying to protect them or shield them, but rather annoyed at their discussion of how to approach this individual.

He held a hand on his crimson spear as he glared at the man, his glare speaking more than a few words. Mainly going for the try anything, you die or what're you looking at, ''punk? ''sort of thing.