Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316286-20150703144802/@comment-26103034-20150717134432

''It was a cold, windy night. Tralion leant against the pillar, eyes half closed. He would be fine, unless Craecius walked close to him, but he'd be lying in bed or sat on his fat arse, so he didn't need to worry. Even if there was a crime, he wasn't a heavy sleeper, so he'd most likely wake up anyway. Boring job, being a guard. Boring, until you face someone who can fight. Then, deadly. Still, the pay was good.''