Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-25808351-20160716173515

I thank Praetor for his hospitality, but I stay outside. Feel like having a smoke. I stand at the edge of the property with my horse, keeping my eyes on the road. The wind blowing against me feeds the the lit cigar, causing the ash to glow a bright orange. A seasonal smell accompanied the autumn breeze.