Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170119054715

Jorge slowly rises from his seat, the leather padding rubbing against its self and the plating. His joints seem to creak loudly and upon inspection are starting to rust.

"We'll it's going to take a few hours but you'll find out sooner or later. I personally don't plan on staying in town for long. There's a small band of people who are just dying to meet me and I don't plan on keeping them waiting."

From seemingly nowhere he pulls out his bucket like helmet and looks over it's battered surface and runs his finger down one of the eye sockets simulating a tear.

"Thanks for giving me the tip Zeno. We're it not for you I would be in the dark for a few hours longer. Don't take my attitude personally. I just had a really shitty day."

As Jorge dons his helmet you notice something off. There seems to be a small trail of rust on the left eye. It's almost as if the helmet were lamenting with it's master.