Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-5543592-20160609211952

Scire narrowed his eyes, before recognizing the aura.

"Aw, shit." He muttered. "Not this ass hole again."

Crimson guided the horse into camp, past a sentry on the bulwark, who nodded to him and Crimson waved in reply.

He suddenly pulled the horse to a halt. "The hot damn is going on." He said, looking up to the sky.