Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407060412/@comment-29458028-20150407085828

Sam focused harder. He circled the remaining bandits, waiting for them to make a move. The squeaking from the sewers were getting louder and more synchronized. If the bandits looked closer, Sam's eyes were glowing greenish blue.

"Who are you, really" challenged Sam, directing the question at the bandits.