Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200628141647

Marcus practically kicks in the door to his armory, a scowl on his face. Angry and a bit buzzed he starts to grab his attire. Pissed off that his peaceful evening is ruined, he grabs his satchels, potions, and large hunting knife.

He leaves the armory and passes by the doorway to the room with everyone, angry and ready for a fight.

“Lance! You want in on this or wanna stay here?” Marcus shouts from the hall.