Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160213192433/@comment-5543592-20160215205754

Scire shaved his nails with a dagger, taking the edges off of them. No point forgetting hygeine while on the road, although a sniff of his armpit said he needed a bath, and a run of his tongue over his teeth said those needed a good scrub. The rock he sat on was particularly warm, and he tried to pass the time as the group bedded down for the night. In this same spot. Again. It was pretty stupid, in his opinion. This position had no defence, and although everyone was pretty broken over Faldras, a lot more civilians had died because of them. It would've been smartest to move on. Maybe he should've made Hawke leader. At least then he would get some perks.

He wasn't serious about any of that, of course, but idle fantasies took his mind off things.

Crimson had already left, deciding he'd head out for this Oakvale estate on his own. The rest of the good ole gang could catch up as they pleased. His cloak swished behind him as he headed off, bow over his shoulder, and mask hanging around his neck. He imagined the Keshik weren't far and he'd do some recon of this estate. If the merry band of heroes hadn't caught up to him by then, he called in some of his more skilled swordsmen and he raid the estate at his command. Crimson wasn't one to steal the show, in fact he let people have the show much more than he stole it (although most would claim otherwise), but he was one to do what was necessary. He might've come off as a lazy, but dude-lions were lazy too and anyone sane would never mess with one of those.