Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141212151819/@comment-29458028-20141217070347

Fenrir followed in, not really knowing what to expect. They might attempt to kill him for all he knew. His hands were already in a readied stance, even though nobody would be able to tell.

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Annalyse sighed at the drunk Syinter, who was spread eagled on the floor. She didn't do anything to help him.