Talk:War Discussion/@comment-25013076-20140610114102/@comment-25013076-20140610115929

(It's too quiet, I feel as if I am being watched)

''I look around... nothing.''

"Hmm... alright then."

I stop and then reach into my satchel pack and pull out a loaded flintlock pistol and a map.

(So I have to go north to reach the dock's. To where the revolution started...)

"Alright..."

''I get up and I put away my map and keep my pistol and hold. ''

(Something DEFINENTALY feels eerie here. I got a bad feeling about this...)