Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160301230548/@comment-5543592-20160304203230

( "No, my dead wife is worth nothing to me!"  Talin stated boldly.

At least, that's what he should've said, pfft, coward.)

Scire had stretched out on his back, tending to his leg. The thing was aching like no tomorrow.

Crimson, on the other hand, was chatting with his mercenaries. Whatever he was saying seemed quite important, from the intent looks on their faces.