Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130821053036/@comment-11588669-20130822060026

The merc looked at Messer.

"I don't spar." He states plainly, with little emotion. "It's a poor substitute for the real thing. Trust me, sparring doesnt prepare you for that. At all." The merc finishes cryptically.

He continues walking, a layout of a map in his head. They were close, it was only 8 hours away.

"We should be there by the end of the day, walking. Come on." Nox begins humming the same tune again. It was an old song, one he's always loved. Played with low and long notes on the flute, it was a song about family and hardship.

Thinking on his family, Nox looks to his companion. "Messer....do you have any siblings?" He asks uncharacteristically.