Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160618231132/@comment-5543592-20160626142208

Crimson frowned as they advanced towards the noises in the distance, the strung bow in his hands. At first, he hadn't known why he'd bothered to bring it, since you needed arrows to actually be a danger with the weapon, but when they'd transitioned places, a quiver of arrows with heads of blue malachite appeared on his shoulder. He'd also taken his sword back from that room, the Ebony scimitar that he so hated, and belted it around his waist again.

"We're bein' led, ya know." Crimson pointed out. "Someone's pushin' in this direction."