Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-24141785-20160503095823

Lazarus Grimm wrote: "Goodnight, Gabriel", she said quietly. "Oh, and thanks for not killing me." He said with a weary smirk, setting off to the tavern before she could respond. He was tired of all this drama, of all the stress. He couldn't muster the strength to warn someone about Zaydate...yet he felt as if he didn't want to.

...Why do my friends either forget who the fuck I am, or end up with something much worse?

He walked into the inn, slowly lumbering his way towards the stairs. He crossed his fingers inside his pockets, wishing not to be involved in any more stress as he made his way to the rooms.