Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161113211918

From the cloud of dust, a silhouette emerges. I slowly come shambling out, my shirt torn, my coat gone, one hand healing my shoulder, my face shadowed with soot and heavy with what I have been through. I stop some distance from the pair. I say nothing as my healing magic continues, but look at Hound.