Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27137333-20160505050806/@comment-24416658-20160507173501

Tanner sheathed his sword over his back, then crossed his arms, looking down at Viorel. His eyes were jittery, his pose was slumped...he was tired.

"Sire," he asked, "Dost thou require assistance with return to thine dormitory?" Tanner took a tentative step forward, testing the waters. Their fight taught him that this boy, despite his height, was a powerhouse. And judging from the crater on the wall that Professor Goodwitch was trying to repair, that was something to avoid getting in front of.