Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140210032049

He watched her cooly, but complied. Nox was more than paranoid, and it was well known in the mercenary world. Tends to happen, after you're found by some idiotic cult which kidnapped you and forcibly inscribed pointless runic fire-tattoos all over your torso.

They reached a mechanics shop, seemed large but plain on the outside, until the two went in. And inside, were things ranging from trucks to cycles to sports cars.

Well, He thought. This is certainly interesting.