Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-3293219-20151031220219

As Dacian stormed out of the room, a thudding could be heard on the upper levels as one of the late comers made his descent, stomping down the stairway, clutching his head and groaning as he fell against the wall. His fingers curled, his teeth gritted and he could feel breakfast, lunch and dinner trying to return out of the back of his throat.

He was quite literally having the hangover from hell...