Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20160811212703/@comment-29038468-20160816223745

The cloaked figure removes their hood and the man sees that the figure is in fact, a Lich. "Not me...him." She tells the man pointing to the boy who by this point has stopped writing in his book. The boy raises his hand and speaks. "Isaac would be me. Other than a place to warm up, is there something you need?" I ask the man. The man studies the boy, short strands of black hair partially cover cerulian eyes. He can't be anymore than 18 or 19 years old, a sheathed sword is next to a crimson cloak inlaid silver and lavender web patterns. The Hell hound growls before the man can respond however. "I don't see he should get anything else, he hasn't even given us a name!" She growls. The man thinks about how he should respond.