Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140426133040/@comment-24530992-20140502232251

Matthieu woke up. His hair was dusted lightly with snow. He pushed himself up, and batted the powdery accumulation out. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he exited his tent. He saw the "murder" scene of the raven.

"Well, atleast it's dead. I couldn't stand it."