Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150814172530/@comment-5543592-20150820003108

Scire sound found himself alongside Hawke. His arms were folded, like he mistrusted something.

"Some bad stuff happened up at that castle." He suddenly informed her, those pupiless eyes of his glancing around the room.

Ragnar sat alone with his lute, pondering the day's events, before strumming the first few notes of a beat.