Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37843592-20190207060509

“Travel rations and whet stones...” Karl trailed off, somewhat distracted by his anxiety before quickly finishing his sentence. “...Along with a journal book as well.”

His eyes wandered around as he hoisted his load in hand. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any black powder around, do you?”