Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-5543592-20140219005954

Galom sat down on the hard Alik'r sank. He was a little over heated inside his armor, which basically functioned as an oven under the hot Hammer fell sun. He started drawing Falmer characters in the sand with his gauntleted finger, letters which where imprinted inside his head. "A, B, C, D..." He muttered absent mindily.