Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151205183208/@comment-5543592-20151206222808

"Hey, Agatha." Scire greeting the Breton in a soft voice, settling in a chair next to her, watching the proceedings. He scratched his head, watching the assembled group with some bemusement. It was all rivalry now. You'd think by watching they'd just had some great victory, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

He was silent, pondering this, before adding, "It hurts, huh?"