Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170503201038/@comment-31749612-20170504215737

Whiskey stares at Mek for a moment before standing up, having an expression of despair planted on his face.

''He sits near the fire. The fire shining of his eyes.''

''Whiskey: "Why must every chance of happiness I get be ripped away just like that!?" ''