Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-768817-20140414005959

After Nicky had ran off, Calio had told Dolemar to keep playing. He sat down in his chair, lit his pipe, and stared off at the sky, as dusk arrived, and past, and the night grew deep. Even though Dolemar had stopped playing hours ago, after the sun sunk into Pirata City, Calio still heard it playing. Softly and sweetly.