Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170421200511/@comment-30014014-20170422191821

Soon picking his gear up left for him by the group before they left him for rest, Oscar began wondering the place, searching for the cafeteria ward. According to him, being on the receiving end of a smite spell could make anyone hungry.

As he walked to his destination, he noticed his armor still pretty damaged. Lifting his hands to manifest the state of his shell, he sighs "Perhaps a trip to the furnace of priority before eating"

His steps turn back to the furnace...