Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-5543592-20150722181553

(Oops forgot this in my last post)

At the same time, Scire fell into step alongside Hawke.

"Sorry for, you know, bothering you about the hood.  None of my buisness anyway.  You didn't ask about the eyes." He pointed two fingers in a "Y" at the pupiless, blue orbs set in his head. "Which usually ends up as the first topic in any conversation I'm in." And it usually gets awkward, because apperently I'm some kind of 'spooky' freak.