Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-29559990-20150815013229

Corcius was sitting down in the snow, his face decorated in fresh crimson. Next to him was a bandit corpse with a few arrows lodged into his back, and Corcius's bow layed next to said corpse. His arms were wrapped extremely tight around his lute.

"Peachy," Corcius spat out