Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-33719112-20190404035143

He'd slept outdoors before, he knew what to do if it got too cold or rainy: suffer. At least, he wouldn't meet this serial number any time soon. He placed his things down one by one by his bedroll. Knife. Water flask. Little scraps of burnt red cloth. A small, empty pouch, and a few coins he won after a game of cards he narrowly escaped. He grimaced at the torn fabric, and tied it to the hilt of his sword.

It was time to report to the headquarters, wherever that was. He stepped back outside, and went to look for the biggest and most important looking tent.