Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190925195201/@comment-5543592-20190927193954

Baldr had hands like oven mitts, scarred across the knuckles, calloused across the palm, but his grip was loose rather than heavy.

The crowd was bustling as they exited the theater, and they had to push their way through it.

"Talin was certainly reliable with the ladies, but I could not stand that Naomi!"

"Too bad Zaydate died, now he's never going to get to marry that Orc."

"Zaydate was a woman."

"Oh.  Are you sure?"

People poured out of the theater, the crowd thinning as each headed in different directions. Once the theather was some distance behind them they had enough space to breath.