Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151028024040

Pierre lead the two on, east, until they finally hit marshlands. He stopped when the sun began to set, and found them a swath of dry ground. He made camp quickly, with extra haste, before going off to be by himself. He sat with his back to the fire, odd for him, a short distance off. His katana was lain over crossed legs like some kind of warrior monk, and he had his head bowed in thought.