Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140720163648/@comment-24530992-20140724133143

(Mornin guys!)

"Come on, Vaniel. Let's go. We don't have time for this." Tristyc urged, picking his friend up.

Vaniel had calmed down for the most part, but by now the tattoos were peeking over the collar of his shirt. They arrived shortly with the group, Vaniel staring at his feet the majority of the time.

"You know I'm not going to steal any more memories, right..?" He asked, directing his question particulary (I don't know how to spell that. English for me in the mornings isn't a pretty sight.) at Maren.