Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20140518011823/@comment-6006054-20140519010313

Nahlgaaf parked the cart. "Everybody. Out." He commanded. Breldon was still fast asleep.

He was not sheathed in his plate armor, nor was his massive greatsword strapped to his back. He still had a dagger in a mechanical sheath at his wrist, but that was all. He was dressed in the clothes of a dock worker, and was partaking in the tasks of a dock worker as well. His agent was on the boat from earlier, drifting lazily on Lake Honrich.