Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171125032411/@comment-32908780-20171127003303

A somewhat melancholy smile spread over Mikael's face as he looked at his allies. Adventuring, it occured to him, was dangerous work. It'd be a shame if he'd be rendered unable to see them again. Jake, so thoughtful was he, that Mikael would have hated losing him. Simply too smart to lose, no? Morgan was a wonderful leader to Mikael, and an even brighter person at that. Kind, but ruthless in a fight, the way it should be. Janiel was a loner, kinda like him. He liked that. Respected it even. And then, of course, there was dear Astalia. Astalia was- well, quite frankly, Mikeal found her pretty annoying, but still she was close. Optimism was a coveted trait, and he could respect someone who routinely showed it.

Yes. It'd be a shame indeed to lose them...

With a little hesitation, he hopped off his porch, dragging with him the satchel that sat on the ground beside him. Calling back to the house, he sullied up to the group. "Mom, Dad, I'm heading out. Be back in a bit." He slung the pack over his shoulder, and with a free hand, pulled out the shoddy metal gauntlets he made earlier. Sleeving them over his fists, he tightened and loosened his grasp on them. They fit almost perfectly.

"Guess we should get moving then."