Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150701205151

Randell took the enveloppe as he oncemore exited the room. He stuffed the envelope in his letter jacket, prefferring that he would open it later on. Not here. Not now.

He exited the arena, noticing Krista and Tyrial for a moment. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he continued on, not open for conversation.

He was heading to the Hanging Man hotel - some rundown and lonesome building that served as a hideout for him in the corners of the Plain district.

His helmet opened up and stopped at the bridge of his nose, still concealing his eyes. He casually lit a cigarette as he looked back at the arena one more time before finally leaving the place behind him.