Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140729014702/@comment-24261822-20140729024501

It was all Talen could do to feign sleep as the carriage made its way to the team's destination. He may have seemed like he was aloof, and dozing off, but every muscle in his body was screaming at him to turn around and go home. Finally, when it was time to disembark the carriage, the medic stretched and flicked his newly bought baton open, and twirled it in his hand; a gesture that signaled a mix between nervousness, and paranoia.

"No offense Al, but this place is creepy as hell. I feel like I'm being watched by about a hundred different things right now, and I don't like it."