Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-12599067-20141120033010

Faolan gave an internal sigh and slumped his shoulders. He wished he knew what to say, but he didn't. Well, this sucks, he thought.

When Tomas stormed out of the room, Faolan looked up, a little surprised. When John left after him, Faolan watched until he was out of the room, then looked about, a little unsure of what to do. With only himself and Riona in the room, he felt a little uncomfortable. He hoped he wasn't flushing, but without a mirror or anything reflective (save the Dwarven metal lining the walls) to look in, he couldn't be sure.

"Well, uh... you want the rest of this stew?" Faolan said, offering her the pot in a rather weak attempt to start up a conversation.