Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-29559990-20151108175635

Nacar had packed up his belongings, a tin cup and a rotted blanket, and was now proceeding down the streets towards the inn to buy himself dinner with the money he had been gifted with today. As he walked, his cane lightly tapped at rough stones, giving way to what was in front of him.

Soon, he reachedd the inn and opened the door, and was greeted by the scene of a man being tossed across the room with no other man even touching him.