Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160901231356

The last image Hound he sees of Lucida is her expression, passive and cold, as she watches him leap over the edge.

Ibrahim looks at Armata. There is something in his face that doesn't show any sign of trust, friendliness or even familiarity. But his eyes show respect. He rolls up his sleeves.

"When you find that son of a bitch, do what you do best."