Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140101232403

Nish glanced into the hatch, to see if his foolish hopes of everyone beeing okay and just choosing to stall for time, just to worry him sick.

One can dream... He thought with a sigh.

The breton slowly begun his descent, making sure that he had caught each individual rink on the ladder. It seemed excessive, like a todlier going down the stairs, taking it one step at a time but he couldn't shake the thought that he could be the last man standing here. Besides, he already looked a tit for believing Xeran a few hours ago, falling off this ladder and breaking his neck on the same day? He couldn't live with that... or die with it... whatever.

After hitting the floor, he glanced around for what could be a storage locker of sorts, he then noticed a wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Gotcha! He thought, running over to it to find... aprons, shit!

He closed the wardrobe and took another look around, where could his crossbow be-

Of course, the study! He thought in a moment of inspiration, he burst through the door, wincing and grabbing his ribs, before staggering off to Xeran's office.