Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171231170600

"Right. I better head home with you. Iris is probably pretty upset I'm not home already," Arthur chuckled as he patted Nickelae on the back, seeing that it was pretty much now time for them to rest and guard the fort as it were. Flint just needed to recover and be well enough to come home.

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".....Huh.... Well I'll be...." A voice muttered as a man in a wheelchair started to wheel himself closer to Flint's bed. His hair and beard was a bit long and wild with a necklace made out of vintage bottle caps. He then went back down the hall he came from and came back with a homemade bear fur blanket, lightly nudging Margrit as she slept.

"Here. Nights get pretty cold Margrit."