Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25160154-20131109041342/@comment-5842470-20131109234759

Bladelocke slipped the lyre back into his satchel and picked up one of the stray cats. He carried it over, petting its head and sat down at the other end of the bench. The rifle chained to his back clacked against the back of the bench, "So what brings someone like you here?" He asked curiously.