Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-25808351-20160622161402

(Meanwhile) Down in the stables, Hound is tending to his horse. Drying the massive stead's black coat from the rain and picking the mud off of it's hooves with a rather large combat knife. Hound stops for a moment and stares off into space with a puzzled expression on his face, as his ears pick up the commotion transpiring upstairs.

"Delicate figure my ass.... guys built like a damn fortress." Hound lets out a small chuckle, before picking up his cigar and continues to tend to his horse.