Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-3293219-20151019210805

The Retroriffic Man wrote: Percival, the Breton knight in shining armor sighed, and then proceeded to briskly walk up to the unsavory bunch. Hand on the pomel of his sword as per usual.

"Evening, gentlemen."

One of the 'unsavory bunch' slowly turned around, the rest of them were huddled over a fiery barrel, seeming starved, dirty and rather tired looking.

He looked Percival up and down before deciding on what to say...

"Fack off mate." He uttered before turning back to his barrel.