Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5543592-20150716172818

Geralt stepped into his rented room and peeled off his armor. He unstrapped the plates, dropping them in a nearby chair. He grimaced as he raised his arms above his head to pull the cuirass off- some kind of giant lizard had mauled him in Hammerfell and torn a chunk of flesh out of his shoulder, and it still hadn't fully healed. Once he'd set his armor aside, he sat on the edge of his bed and reflected for a bit on the case and what he should do in the morning...