Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170306/@comment-24685738-20140613210127

Cyrus pulled off his helmet. As there hadn't been enough rooms, he had opted to share one with Fia.

They had shoved the bed to one corner, along with the dressed, giving Fia a space to sleep in and Cyrus a space to do... whatever he wanted.

Right now, he had found a training dummy in the cargo hold, and had set t up in his room, and was hacking away at it.

As he pulled off his black, dragon's-head helmet, his black curls tumbled out, spilling down, and covering his eyes.

He brushed the sweaty locks of hair away and looked at Jaryl. "What's wrong?"