Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-24530992-20140727141949

Vaniel sat on the stone lining a very small plantation. His stare was blank, as if he had just seen a mutant skeever mixed with a crocodile and a frostbite spider- but worse. He looked up at Maren, and stood from his seat, his face keeping the same expression.