Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170404021926/@comment-30014014-20170405192940

''The fire dies out, leaving out smoke. It dances in the surrounding area. The man inside his armor must feel somewhat sweaty. Yet, that is his last priority as he walks out of the sleeping ward to get back to his corner of the 'forge' sector, his M.S. and T.S. in hand, sheathed.''

"I have...new business to attend to..." he simply 'states', signaling his leaving.