Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140204060541

Stepping up the ramp onto the airship, Gris ducked his way through the door. He was used to it by now, but this door was a bit low, and he still brushed against the top sill. Nearly knocking something over, he caught it before it fell.

"Such a small place, I do hope Beacon is larger."

Thumping his way to a taller spot, Gris was finding it easy to get past people, with most of them hurrying to get out of his way. Stooped as he was, he was taking extra care not to hit anyone with his tusks. 