Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-24685738-20141006015343

(Nadira?! :P)

Jak struggled to his feet, before falling to the ground again. He sighed, picking himself up, and sat down on the bed, once more. To amuse himself, he read the future of a coin. It would eventually be used to buy drugs off a merchant, who would then sail to Elsewyr, be caught in a storm, and would be lost forever to the seas.

He sighed. I probably cursed that coin's future, too...