Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150827123016/@comment-26103034-20150905215612

"Shitshitshit." muttered Tryce, as he pulled out his gun. To get to his ship, he'd have to pass the busiest part of the docks or head through the town.

The stink was disgusting. All the people who'd come here to throw up after a night of drinki- wait...

Tryce put his gun back in the holster, carefully concealing it beneath his armour, before stumbling out the alley, rubbing his temples and moaning.