Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170504232541/@comment-31749612-20170506005918

Whiskey sighs again before grabbing his sword and using it to help him stand.

''He groans in pain as he manages to stand. Though, he stumbles and sways, but manages to keep his balance.''

He looks around before taking a step forward.

Whiskey: "Believe me when I say, I don't think I'll be able to get any sleep any time soon..." He looks at Livie, dread in his eyes.