Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140613065801/@comment-933831-20140615073311

Bianca tilted her head. "Explaining? Why bother? This type of thing is best left unanswered for." She kept stride, the two arriving at the dock yard. Bianca got low, following the faint sound of voices. She peered around a corner to see thirty thugs strong, lifting crates. These ones weren't like the others though. They seemed trained. Strong. Bianca's eyes scanned the group, seeing one man who seemed to be on charge, his military-esque clothing painting him as a leader.

Bianca looked back at Liath, giving a nervous breath as her briad softly stroked her flame cutter. "Okay... Here we go."