Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20140107015511/@comment-11588669-20140313061042

Echion set his items onto the bed next to Lupus. He'd unpack in the morning. For now...he began to divest of his armor. First, his helmet was removed and set to the side, followed by his gauntlets. After that, his cuirass, the heavier chest armor requiring him to set it on the bed. Following that, his boots, and then his leg plates. Each was organized, and stowed away in an empty bag, in which he slid underneath his bed. The whole process took about...two minutes, he'd guess. Out of the armor, he looked less imposing.

He changed quickly into a tunic like tan shirt and brown pants, uncaring that there were females in the room. Nauta had seen this before, and Galene was preoccupied with the paper she was studying. Shrugging, the young Tyrian settled onto his bed with his back to the headboard, a knee up, and began reading his book. Nemesis, odd to those who didn't know him, was resting on the bed by his side. Somehow...he just didn't feel safe without it.

Quickly, he became engrossed in the novel, turning a page occasionally. It was a way for him to forget the day's transgressions, something he always was thankful for. From beating the living hell out of Cardin in the morning, to the two or three fiascos in the forest. All was forgotten in place of tales of war and adventure in a far away Empire where honor, strength, and a savvy mind were respected in equal measures.