Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20161227220819

"As you wish Cynd." Marcus opens the door and heads outside, he lights a cigar as he stands on the front porch taking in the crisp morning air of Zahmeria. Mitternact stands at the ready at the edge of the property, the horse stamps and scrapes the snow, as if excited for the coming hunt. Marcus strides to the great stallion and mounts up. "We have to leading areas, Cynd. We can either take the woods to the east or the forest to the north. Which you want to checkout?" He asks letting out a lung full of smoke.