Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-11324811-20141109004609

Friedrich was up early enough, used to the morning rush and experienced enough to be quick at it. His wakizashi had been in his hand for the entire night, as always. He knew better than to sleep without a weapon at hand. Donning his chainmail, he put on his crested cloth covering and donned his fur cloak and then slipped on his boots and gauntlets. He didn't pull up his hood or face mask, however, revealing his short, black hair and dark red face paint on his left cheek that didn't bear any significant resemblance. He merely sat down at a table and called for bread and water.