Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11245963-20131205015929/@comment-5431934-20131205135414

Roland was humming to himself. The sky may have been cloudy, but there was a cool breeze, and he loved the feel of it on his face. Acorss his back was slung his blade, Durendal, and in his pockets were some extra cartridges for it.

''So this is the Vytal festival, huh? Never gone before, always been busy studying... ''

(Short post, because I'm busy. I'll expand it later)