Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-30797453-20170111223120

"I'm getting the hell away from here" Tarshal quietly muttered to himself as he packed the last of his belongings including his Skooma, which he had an almost antagonistic love-hate relationship with. He had no real concept of what time it was, if it was still dark he could at least slip away from the group as the Legate and his apparent Breton imperial buddy who reminded of a certain city legend of a rather annoying fan with the amount of sucking up he was doing to his superior.