Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-25808351-20190711014725

Marcus pulls a canteen from his horse’s saddle and washes his face with the water inside. After tucking it away he grabs a few cigars and beef jerky from the bag and walks his way over to Ne’zon’s house, leaning up against the wall by the door. Before he does anything else, he quick sniffs the air and smells the aroma of cooked food inside the house.