Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170804001432/@comment-31336039-20170811204245

John slowly turned his head towards the voices and glanced tiredly at their origin. His migraine slowed his mind, he took several seconds to realize that something was wrong. His eyes jumping from Ragna to the stranger. Having more or less regained his spirits, he gathered the pieces of the puzzle. And deduced that he was buried in trouble up to his neck. Prudent, he wore as discreetly as possible (is this possible in my situation?  I do not think) his hand to his holster to draw his gun. (I do not know why, but I feel john is going to be naked.)