Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-768817-20140412014054

The bum-eyed Breton began writing furiously, looking up breifly then back down at his paper.

Calio sat on a bench on the deck of the Dominion's Folly, leaned back, his head on leaned on his shoulder, and his hands rested beside him. One containing a half full glass of Colovian Brandy. He stared off at the night sky.