Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-25038310-20150208212155

Arnaud stood up, and all of the swords dropped simultaneously. The bandita stared in awe and pure fear at him, and reconsidered their chances. They all fled back to the hideouts and forest from which they came. He crossed his arms and sighed - he had lost time. Not that he was in a hurry, but he simply hated being clear of civilasation. He didn't hate the wilderness - he just wasn't in the mood for it at the moment.

He wanted to ask for rumors - and maybe even hear the explanation of an insane preacher that would yell around town claiming it were the End-Times all over again.

He just wanted to hear theories - observe them, look at the facts objectively - and even try to stop it.