Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-13488655-20180111033301

".... There's a fine difference in bravery, and falling for traps." The girl replied as she looked at Margrit in the eye, aiming one of her gauntlets at the wagon before lobbing a grenade at it, aining for the backwheels.

"My brother loved horses. So I'll try my best not to hurt them."