Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-5543592-20150404171410

Darkfang eyed the with a raised brow.

"Is everything alright, sir?" Aetius asked, practically about to dissolve into a puddle.

Darkfang was about to turn around with Malachi sneezed extremely loud, too loud to be mistaken for a rat. Darkfang's expression turned cold.

Malachi, with purpose, plucked up Abraham's crossbow, and appeared from cover.

"All done, fixing this, boss." He spoke to Aetius, walking over to where Pris' bow had been. Darkfang watched him with narrowed eyes as he walked past.