Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140617030930/@comment-11588669-20140617230245

He immediately made his way over. Now, Echion was normally a nice person. Somewhat gracious, if a bit jaded. But seeing as he had a wounded fairy on his hands (technically head), he really, really didn't have any patience. So if people didn't move fast enough?

He gripped the shoulder of one obstinate man, and bodily hauled him to the side. The man made to protest...until his eyes found the sword resting on the warrior's hip. That canceled any sound that he could possibly have made.

Echion stepped past the man, and finally walked up to the tent. A man dressed in white and blue robes smiled at him kindly, and asked about his ailment. He just gestured to the fairy on his head.