Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190613222202

The man silently hangs limply in his restraints, lifeless and unresponsive to the threats of Freya. His face was obscured by a mop of wavy dirty-ash blond hair, the small, semi-pointed ears of a half-elf poking through the sides. Far off, Beck was running off into the night, The Silver Mask's cloak and hat laying atop the saddle.