Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-33719112-20190401124519

Fayn's immediate visceral reaction was a combination of disgust and paranoia upon seeing a single set of digits.

09839.

Not happening, he wasn't allowing anybody to assign him a 'tent-mate'. He glanced left, then right, then unsheathed a dagger. He slashed his blade a few times into the other soldier's label, rendering it illegible. Shaking his head, he went inside to unpack what little he had.