Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-24942837-20150321231212

Emeric followed Arrie casually, stepping into the room. The Vigilant ripped his robes off, showing his bare, toned chest, as well as is hair. (X-Treme 6 pack. Totally me in real life) He scratched his head, looking for Robes of Restoration... Ah, here they were. He placed them on slowly, as to not break them. Taking out a cloth, he poured a bit of water stored in a flask onto it, and rubbed away the dirt and grime coated on his boots and gauntlets. When the process was said and done, he wiped his greatsword off, feeling much better. He walked over to the shelves, looking for some boots for the woman. "You have any specific size?"