Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-26517142-20190731041805

On the other hand, as the refugees spilled out of the town in the massive hysteria that came with it, someone was... looking particularly annoyed by the circumstance. A particularly rotund man with the features of an adult, sporting a clean beard, a uniquely-shaven mop of hair, and grisly tattoos. He sighs.

"Just when you wanted to be in this town to avoid a ruckus... this happens." He sighs in his thick noblish voice. People in front and behind him quickly vault away in fear. One man remains beside him though-  a gaunt man in a butler's uniform. He speaks, quite formally. "Well, Master Boyle, things happen when they happen. This is simply bad timing, at best."

"Mm." He says as he pulls up a cigar, lights it... and puffs out a few rings of smoke. "Bad timing, my ass."