Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190205025841

(Jester) “Dah, maybe.” Marcus scratches his head and looks around. “Daaaaaaaah! Come on Prad, let’s get to work.” The Wardog marches out of the armory, gesturing Prad to follow. The two of them get directions to a training yard, and follow said directions until they reach it. A regiment of guards are hard work practicing formations and commands as Marcus and Prad arrive.

“Oi, who are you two?” The drill instructor points a finger at them. The instructor was an older man with a giant scar that runs across his face. “Can’t you see we’re workin here?”

“The same goes for us.” Marcus approaches with an uncaring attitude.