Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161124133049

"What is it?" Flint asked Nickelae curiously as he got up and entered a small jog, still feeling a bit tired from Margrit's spar match, the spar against Nickelae, and the whole circus performance. If it wasn't for Nickelae being such a good friend, he would have just crawled back into his bed.