Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190202055303

(Everyone) Prad could not leave without passing the belligerent Marcus, which he finds himself facing. Marcus eyeballs the young man with a seasoned vets eye. Even his drunken state he can smell a warrior from a farmhand. He puts out his arm, blocking Prad’s path.

“What’s yer deal, kid? Ya don’t talk much do ya?”