Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-24416658-20161002075650

The slow but methodical sound of a cane echoed around the chamber. From the door, a hunched over, shriveled person walked towards the center stage, face invisible behind a long robe covering his head. After about half a minute of suspense, he finally reached the center, nodding to the man, before removing his robe, presenting his visage to the crowd.

"My name," he slowly recited, "Is John Smith. I come from Vale."

Rowtag Achachak never used his real name, which was only truly known to two people, and one of those people was dead. He had decided to take a vacation from the Pilgrims, leaving the General as temporary leader. In fact, three "students" in the crowd were actually his Minutemen, hiding in plain sight.

"I am definitely an instructor," he continued, "And yes, I can see the glances you youngsters are throwing me. I am not just and old man, you ruffians." This comment brought a few snickers from the crowd. Rowtag looked at the man beside him.

"Is it time to begin?"