Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24685738-20170609024101

"Fuck off, man, don't run into me!" The whore growled, darting away from him and once more into the seething mass of bodies.

An armed guard on horseback rode right by Torbjorn, only narrowly avoiding trampling him, although he did so with some other unfortunate passers-by. Based on the White-and-Red Cloak he bore, he was a Prince's Man.