Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161211031758

On the other side of the rift, is Zahmeria. We stand outside the wall in farm land, a thin layer of the purest snow covers the ground. Potatoe and garlic plants poke out of the white blanket and cold air rushes through. I grab my duffle bag from Mitternact's saddle and rummage around until I pull out a leather coat. Turning around I toss it to Ibrahim with a smirk.

"Alright Doc, put this on till we get into town and get you so new clothes. It's not much, but it's better than nothing in these climates. Plus, I'm tired of seeing Samia looking at your abs." I chuckle.

"Wha- I wasn't- I- I uh! Grrrrr, hmph." She looks away in a huff, but her eyes wonder back over to the shirtless Doctor.

"Hmmmmm, maybe we should vist the blacksmith too, see if we can't fix those dents and polish up that armor. Eh Praetor?" I pay the behemoth mans shoulder.