Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140915121606/@comment-24075018-20140917190257

Stalgen was awoken by the tiny dink, dink noise of snowflakes hitting his mask. He got up and stared. It was pure white, a blizzard, obviously. Then he heard the caravan leader's voice cut through the snow.

"Anyone who can hunt, please step forward."

Stalgen shoved the blanket off of him, and stepped forwardm his large figure of 6'5" rising above others. He walked up to the leader. "I can hunt, sir." he said in a surprisingly soft voice.