Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-25038310-20150716201159

Roland was leaning against the wall of the entrance, impatiently waiting for the others. He obviously payed little attention to the architecture of the place around them, his mind seemingly set on one thing : the sword.

"Come on, slowpokes." He said, his crimson spear reflecting the light of the torch.