Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20151031204604/@comment-24416658-20151103143159

Tanner found no need to go back to his room. He had already gotten anything he needed: his weapon, plenty of ammunition, survival tools, some extra underwear, the works. Feeling the bottle of whiskey in his hand, he carefully placed it in his bag. He'd definitely save that.

And so we go, the Cowboy thought,

Forward Unto Dawn, the Knight replied.

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Tanner settled on a rock on the entrance to Forever Fall, and was sharpening his sword. Strangely,  he was thinking. He was thinking on the mission. He was thinking on his chance of survival. He was thinking about his team. These thoughts vanished soon, replaced by a happy, smiling Cowboy.

"The name's Tanner Arthen," he said, "I reckon I've seen some of y'all around before."