Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170509184718/@comment-31336039-20170511231338

Towards noon, and after some effort, Nemesis was finishing his third sculpture. His stomach remembering him of the time. I'm going to have to spend money for lunch... Taking a look at his work, he contemplated a sleeping kitten, a wolf howling at the moon and a fox on alert. Still lacking the polishing, he nevertheless judged his work correct for the time being. If I can make a few more ... He gathered his things in a rag that he hung on his tactical belt before thinking about where he was going to eat.