Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150502191958/@comment-3293219-20150502200340

"Aye... Not as dull as waiting around here..." Cato sighed, staring up to the gate once more as he relaxed a little, his legs were starting to ache.

As the group began to execute their plans, both they and the Gaerston estate guards were oblivious that a third party member slowly shambled towards the gates.

His clothes were torn, pretty badly, with hints of the ocean clinging to them as well as sand from the desert. One of his sleeves had completely ripped off and his wooden mask was damaged, though he cared little about how apperance or even his overall health.

Asgarne was about to be reunited with his amulet and by extension, his love...