Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140416010717/@comment-3293219-20140419210642

He charged in, Griffin's arm swung from side to side as it rolled off his chest and hung over, swaying as Ludovic looked around the room.

"Xervish!?" He called out, kicking a coffee table over and placing Griffin on a rug, that thankfull had a number of stains on it, so it wouldn't be ruined.

There was no answer, no sign of 'Xervish'...