Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160531155853/@comment-5543592-20160601201657

Crimson stopped mid-sentence and turned around. He was dressed in an entirely new outfit, sparkling clean, and had his hands up like he'd been lecturing.

"Of what?" He asked, canting his head. "The rest of the gang?"

Scire, Hawke, and Juliette had been delegated to one of the tents Crimson had set up for the group. He set up Hawke and Scire their own, as well as Juliette, and appeared to have followed that same schematic for the rest of the group, couples together, singles alone, although he confided, "I might've made a few mix ups, ya know I can't spell real good."

The tents were spacious, comfortable, and furnished, everything in it probably meant for an officer, and Scire sat in a desk chair, leg kicked up.

"So how do you think the fire started?" He asked the two.