Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-5543592-20160117222356

Oedipus stood at the back of the ground, hands in his pockets, hood pulled up, shoulders hunched. He was trying to keep his head down and appear inconspicuous, but that was difficult given his rather large frame. He wasn't sure what he thought of the leadership. He wasn't a fan of it, but that was for reasons of his own. He knew better than to question, however, and stuck to that as he remained silent.

Elijah kicked back in his small stone room, almost cell-like in quality and appearance. His feet sat up on the table in front of him and he sighed, breathing out his anxiety from the day's work.