Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140726231806

Arro sat in the court yard, watching the crowds ebb and flow as he often did when he wasn't training or in class. He was in his street gear rather than his uniform, his beloved sword clung to his back, held aloft by his aura.

He;d just yesterday received it back from a repairshop, and she was working better than ever, so his spirits were relatively high. He let his thoughts drift as he watched this, eloquent sea of humanity, fauna, and life flow before him, not realy able to focus in on anyone thing in his mind.

His eyes moved down to hs forarm as he ran his fingers over his well earned scars, and he frownd hard, for but a moment's time before looking back to the crowds. 