Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-24416658-20140504005417

A lone person, wearing a ripped brown cowboy duster, black cowboy pants, and black cowboy boots, stepped through the crowd, facing the ground, a cowboy hat blocking his face from view. He carried a medieval helmet under his left arm, a small leather suitcase in his right hand, and a greatsword on his back. Pushing through the crowd without any care, he started to enter the train. A security guard looked over, suspicious, but quickly recoiled, seeing a flashing tan eye under the hat.

Entering his compartment, the figure stopped. He saw two others in the carriage. A man and a woman. He definitely recognized Ciaran, but not the woman. Saying nothing, he placed his suitcase and helmet on the other bed, as well as the sword. Taking off his duster, a suit of chainmail appeared, covering his upper body. He did not look at the two, but he spoke.

"Been a while, pardner."

Tanner turned around, raising his hat. His face had dramatically changed in the past two years. His facial hair had grown, giving him a full beard, but not too much hair. He had a scar over his cheek, two gashes going straight downwards. But his eyes were different. The right one was changed, the iris having grown and the pupil disappeared, and a single scar crossing the eye. The other eye remained normal. Tanner looked at the two.

"It really has."