Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-25808351-20160625134625

(Meanwhile, a very lost Hound is searching Whitemarch for a bank to trade in the bag of marks.) Riding atop my horse as I slowly make my way down the cobblestone street, the horses hooves clopping against the stone. My eyes scan the building for some kind bank, but my eyes also scan the people staring at me. It's clear as day, they're very suspicious of me. I'm sure me being clad in black, atop a black horse with a greatsword doesn't help either.