Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140610232750/@comment-3293219-20140617203318

He heard footsteps echo throughout the hall the sound of heels clomping against the wooden floorboards, making an impressive sound of confidence. Leandra slowly approaching, not looking as confident as she appeared to be from a distance.

The Breton was wearing clogs, the closest thing to a formal shoe that she could afford and a silk dress, which looked like it had been saved for a special occasion.

"G-Good evening Rick."