Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150502020346/@comment-29458028-20150507081257

Crysius walked out after donning his hood, plunging his face into shadow again, still eating the already cold meat. He was either a very slow eater, or he just ate slowly on purpose.

"Let's go on ... also, I hope there are no bandits along the way, their blood makes my sword dirty..."