Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200401001702

The rain had picked up as the night arrived, water drops fell from the glass lanters in the wall. While Dorian rooted through the bush, the unmistakable sound of boots on cobblestone could be heard, as well as the rain pelting armor. A soldier was closing in, but his footsteps were relaxed, neither hasty or cautious.

“Damned rain.” The guard grumbles. “Why does the sky always piss when I’m on watch?”

The guard stops by the bush and continues to complain to himself, and he wasn’t particularly funny about it either.