Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5583506-20150907014859

In the darkest reaches of the room Geralt became aware of the huge lump that was Marandus, sitting in a chair. He was supposedly sleeping, by the sound of his rugged breath, but his eyes told otherwise. They were wide open, staring blindly out in front of them. Perhaps it was a trick? Or perhaps it just was the way he was sleeping?