Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170819043626/@comment-32908780-20170823023452

"Eh- some Hellhound, is all I know! She bore clothes of the working class; an engineer, I assume!" He dreaded every second of this. As he saw it, every moment was another chance he might be knocked off this trip, and then what? The empire he dreamed of creating, gone in a flash. He'd have to watch his words. Even around those he considered mutts.