Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150525042832/@comment-29458028-20150525071943

Seth was lying against a wall, in a room. He wasn't sleeping, since he didn't exactly need it, or want it. He looked at his own reflection in the shiny blade of his broadsword, his hand unconsciously moving his hair to the left side.

Seth had drastically reduced the lenght of his hair by cutting it. At least it didn't itch so bad and was easier to wash.

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Sariel was drooling into the bed, since she was asleep.