Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180502014754

Jorge does his best to stau in the center of the group, hiding his pain behind plated iron and constant movement. He never stands completely still as they make their way to the town. His head turns too and fro inspecting every sound and movement that he could catch like a rodent inspecting a new environment testing the area fro prefators.

Though this world was mostly free from the mamono they were not free of monsters. Slaves to them, serving the vile creatures that fed upon them. To live here was to live like cattle to him but was his world not something alike to this only the dialed down? The more he dwelled on the thought the more it consumed his yearning to return. Perhaps he could find his calling here, save these people from what lurked in the night. But as soon as the thought surfaced it was slowly washed away with guilt. He already had a mission, one that he swore to accomplish...

"This place reeks or death. Are you certain that this unseen elder thing would jon them? Would it trade what it had for this?"