Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160504205202/@comment-5543592-20160509230531

Drake Finnegan stepped outside, walked twenty feet from the building, and let himself be the Crimson Archer again.

He side-stepped through the crowd into an alley, and unbuckled his helmet, shaking his hair loose. He hated the things, which is one of the reasons he wore a mask instead.

Crimson took a cursory glance at the scroll, before rolling it up and sticking it into the legion uniform, then striking off onto the street once again.