Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-12599067-20141024012100

Dralnach was perfectly still for a moment, searching the shadowy thicket with his eyes for a moment longer. Although he couldn't see anyone or anything hiding in the underbrush anymore, Dralnach was no fool and knew it would be far better to be prepared in the event that someone did come by. Immediately he lunged from the spring water and snatched up his pants, then pulled them on as swiftly as possible and began hurrying towards the rest of his gear.

He was stopped when there was suddenly a shining steel blade poised at his chest, digging into his chest but not yet drawing blood. Dralnach didn't even have to look to the clawed hand holding the scimitar to know who was holding it.

"This one hasn't been very wise in choosing his friends, hm?" Ma'Jharo asked, a terrible grin plastered on his face but his eyes full of a deathly serious fire.