Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200209191941/@comment-5543592-20200212212448

Scaldor came up next to Clodagh. He ran a hand through his hair, wicking out the mud which was unable to cling to the short, silver hairs.

He produced a smoke from within his jacket, the paper of which was surprisingly dry, and snapped it alight. He took one long draw from it and then offered it to her.