Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131127153935/@comment-6006054-20131129044923

Kenyon lay one the bedroll. He was worried his friends had not returned. He pulled himself to his feet, the strain on his injured body caused him to wince. He cast around, searching for his claymore. He found it after awhile, still with specks of his blood along the blade. He strapped it to his back once more and set out for the neareest town, ash whipping around his face.