Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141106071232/@comment-29458028-20141112131509

Francois got to a clearing, drew his sword and made sure nobody was around. He began to practice the "caustic ouroboros" sword strokes, his blade cutting blue arcs through the air aroud him.

The sword was sheathed soon enough. Francois smiled slightly, then returned to the city. The festivities were premature. There were more dragons to be killed. He knew that well enough.