Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161103211156/@comment-27025277-20161112194159

Faldras walked by Miri and Jude's tent. He was shirtless from having just finished making a more natural prosthetic which would allow him to actually fire a bow and write. He seemed happy, but something indeed was amiss. His skin was shallow and pale, and he had begun to look quite sickly.

All of this maintained its oddity because he maintained a demeanor as if the whole world was made of Rainbows and Shazella was it's goddess.

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"I could talk your head off." Natalia offered.