Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180716035529/@comment-30014014-20180901175913

''A good bet....assuming he was still out during an undead siege. David isn't all too keen to go wander the killzone just to ask a merchant about a cursed tome. At the same time, however...''

''David moves out the door. Standing stranded underneath some shop with the only individual he could reasonably trust is still a far better state than standing into a tavern pungent with alcohol surrounded by monsters that could probably murder him six ways to Sunday. His gauntlet gleams, as well as his lantern, now hanging by its shackles around his fingertips.''