Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190602184212/@comment-30014014-20190909012909

"Too many people. Too much colors. Uniforms. Troops? Militia? Don't know" The man takes to graze around, looking for the most isolated spot. One devoid of any monster, especially, as his eyes briefly glint behind the hood, behind the helm, with a frown of disapproval.

He does find a corner to sit on. No chair, but the floor, waiting for the lines to empty themselves while clutching his sheathed weapon.