Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150323035824/@comment-24942837-20150326185821

Julius pushed the creaky Dungeon Bar Gates open, barrel-rolling through. The Imperial stood up, slowly and silently kicking the bar gate closed. He walked over to the Drunken Huntsman, completely aware of the apparent terrorism in the other more famous bar.

He honestly didn't care. The Legendaries had beat the sympathy out of him.

When he entered, Julius glanced at the two outlanders speaking.

But only for a moment, no more. Sighing, he walked over to a chair, his Imperial Light Armor quietly moving with him. The Legionnaire proceeded to sink down into said chair, pulling out a Sweetroll and eating it.

"If you're looking to pick a bone with Ghost, I suggest you stop pickin'."