Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20170116051854/@comment-28185759-20170121040128

"Appreciated Mr. Gillian."

Tiaryn replied to Gillian while nodding her head forward and glancing towards his awkwardly placed house.

"That aside, your accomodations. Do you have anywhere I can quickly clean myself up? I personally wasn't expecting to be caugh in a avalanche of sand within moments of arriving."

She asked as she continued to wipe off sand from her body. She now realized that it has crept into more places than she expected. She drew her 1911 that was holstered on her right thigh and performed a quick maintenance check to see if any sand has permeated the firearm. Upon ejecting the magazine, small specks of sand twinkled down towards the ground.

''Well thats just perfect. Atleast it didn't get into the rifles, cleaning those out is annoyance and hell within itself.''