Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161129155225/@comment-7203512-20161215033644

Without saying a word, Calder finished scribbling the last line, the man's arm. His drawings were those of a child, yet one could, upon a closer look, see a party of people holding bizarre cross-looking sticks, supposedly meant to be oversized, unproportional swords. He put the piece of charcoal on the ground, and hastily picked up the drawing, stretching his arm towards Zaraphi like a child eagerly awaiting for parental feedback, yet no eye contact was made.