Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-25808351-20160622023248

"Well of course Doctor. You're a capable fighter, but you're still a doctor first." Standing at the bottom of the porch stairs is a man clad in a black leather armor trench that ends at his ankles, bronze skin, chain mail beneath the coat, a greatsword with strange runes slung across his back.

"Somebody has to keep you out of trouble." Hounds stands proud with arms folded, a gentle stream of smoke rises from the cigar in his mouth.