Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150417225617/@comment-5543592-20150418013130

Outside, Dacian took in the night air. He desperately wanted something to eat, dirnk, or smoke. Anything to get his mind off of his situation. He had three different factions trying to kill him and his friends who, without him, would either be gooners, or peacefully live out their lives in relative happiness. Because, he had to face it, he was probably part of the problem- not the solution. He wasn't a leader, or a hero. In fact, he sort of held heroes and leaders with disdain. He just wanted to go relax in a cushy environment and be perfectly happy. If Kay happened to be part of that, then all the better. He'd just had enough of this for the last couple years. There was only so much one lich could take.