Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-24438639-20140206220403

Rolaf awoke and stared at the other travelers who were asleep, hes mask slipped from his face no need to hide when no one watched, the eyes were filled with anger, and a need to consume. He drew his Bastards sword, the blade was filled with an aura, one which wished to consume. He began to sharpen the blade the steel sparking per hit.