Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160828212829/@comment-24141785-20160902100001

The Breton looked desperately into his bottle, trying to find the same strength he used to kill foes on the battlefield to use now. He put his bottle down, tiredly sighing as he did so.

"That... that ain't what I mean, Z." He murmured in response, clasping his hands together as he rested them on the table.