Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20140527153710/@comment-24416658-20140708112929

I'm getting nowhere at this rate.

Thorald stood, abandoning the cards midgame. The hour was late, and the action was none. Heading down the stairs, he stopped before he exited. He was able to hear some commotion from the alley outside the back door, along with footsteps. Coming his way.

Here we go.

Keeping in the shadows, Thorald hid behind an abandoned crate for good measure, where absolutely none of his person was visible. He held his breath, then decided against it, and breathed in shallow, short breaths, keeping quiet. His hammer was at the ready.