Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5431934-20131113052505

Roland was jogging down the streets of Vale at a light pace. He'd just been to that new restaurant for dinner. Good food, but expensive. He needed to go grab Durendal - he had left it with an old shopkeeper in a Dust shop for a bit of repair and for the Dust cartridges to be refilled. He needed to get there and back to Beacon soon, too - curfew wasn't too far away.

He had some Lien chips in his pocket, but not much. He'd left most of it back in his room. Of course, he had access to the family funds back at the manor, but that was just plain inconvenient.

As he jogged on, lost in thought, he ran headlong into a man in a green coat and pirate hat, knocking him to the ground and knocking the hat off. Roland stumbled backwards, then leaned over and extended his hand.

"Oh, sorry about that. Are you okay?"  