Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-24510587-20160803230420

The masked madman, too, followed the rest. He was holding a piece of mouldy wood in his hand, which eventually set on fire. When it did, his pace changed from a crazed skip to an impassive stride. By the time they reached the camp, Torondyr had stopped walking entirely, and was now just standing there, staring at the flaming wood.