Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-25808351-20190924020258

Marcus, riding top his trusty new horse in wake of Mitternacht, is silent despite his obvious observation that he could provide transportation to Jorge. Cyndwella, who sat, legs crossed, watched Marcus. Her expression was hard to define, her demeanor equally difficult to gauge.

Marcus was lost in his mind.