Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140815133519/@comment-25038310-20140927150551

J'Zarr kicked the pile of dust where Drayven used to be, hoping that there might be something in it for him to loot.

"Damn you, Nightingale... " He grunted, placing a hand on his wound. His armor was tattered and had various cuts and rips.

He turned to the other thieves and chuckled for a moment.

"You all alright..? "