Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-29458028-20150127135406

Raphael continued to walk silently, his skull mask back on his face, so nobody could see it. He looked as if he was perpetually watching the road ahead. but instead, his eyes flicked left and right, imperceptible movements of his head allowing him to hear and see the whole area around him.

It was annoying, really. He didn't particularly enjoy helping people, but he didn't enjoy inaction either. Nothing much important for him to do, anyway. Man, Mer and Beastfolk, no, walking meatbags for the soul to reside in, they were all things that eventually withered away and died.

Now, if he could just come across some ruins or dungeon. A few dead draugr hurt no one. Money in his pocket was good. A cleared dungeon meant a free living space for the night.