Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-27550231-20170814234028

Praetor/Sir Jorge, walks around the outskirts of the fairgrounds as if he were searching for someone. This was his fith pass around the city of games and entertainment yet he did not enter. Few people noticed him as he made no attempt to his himself but after his second pass people assumed he was there as security and paid him no attention.

It was about halfway through his sixth round that he decided to enter. He didn't see anyone or anything that caught his attention he just grew bored of skulking about and decided to scout this mercenary band in person. He had not made it more than a few meters in when he saw a goliath of a man with hair so pink it rivaled a jubjub.

"I see they employ clowns in their band. So getting in wouldn't be too hard." He mumbled to himself as the pink haired man disappeared in the distance.