Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-5543592-20160606212644

"I'll go rather far." Delevan said from his seat on the outside of the inn. With his boots kicked up on a porch table, his sheathed lanced across his lap, and his cloak resting the side. His pipe was in his mouth, and lit. "They can fight each other all they want." From any other, that would've sounded like a joke, but Delevan lacked a sense of humor, and it came across more as casual indifference.