Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160427170111

"N-no, it's-s j-just..." Hawksly coughed a drop of blood, breathing heavily and scratching the back of his head.

Before he could respond, a skinny figure, clad in leather armour, as tall as him, flickered in the distance. His late companion, a Breton like him.