Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141124040131/@comment-5543592-20141127014915

Darach incased the mug in his hand. He gave Megan a curious look, probably because she guessed what he was thinking, but none the less brought the mug to his lips. He tipped it back and then guzzled it.

"Thanls." He muttered. His throat seemed so dry.

He noticed that everyone was looking at him. Darach tried to look more dignified, that he could easily rise above this if he wanted to. But everyone was still staring at him. He must've been a sorry sight.

"I'm sorry, everyone." Apologized Darach, his sounded down. "I've just got a lot on my mind.  I've never..." The sentence finsihed itself. What bothered Darach, was so many questions regarding what he had done. Would he like killing next time? Would he become accused to it? Would it become common place?

Artair gave Darach a pitiful look. He could've answered all of Darach's questions. The answers would have been 'yes.'