Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20161122202136/@comment-7489529-20161126182033

The next morning, the first years were fed breakfast and shepherded out to a cliff overlooking the emerald forest. Seager stood, arms crossed, same slightly sour look on his face, on a white square, between two of the students he had met last night. He sighed, and hoped he wouldn't have to put up with them too much.