Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160203231203/@comment-24141785-20160206220244

Gabriel had just finished getting dressed - tired from last night's activities - when he heard calls from downstairs...

They never give us a fucking break, heh?

The Breton slid his sword down into his sheath, flinging open the door and scrambling down the stairs. As soon as he returned downstairs, he knew something had fucked up...

"What the fuck is going on?!"