Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161009005231

"As soon as possible..." I say in a flat tone. "Take as much time as you need. I'll move onto Doc." I place on the bar enough Whitemarsh marks to cover the bottle and cigars I've taken and head out the door. I head out onto the porch and stop for a moment. Rain drops seep from the roof of Praetor's porch. As I take my first step off the porch, a beed of water assaults my shoulder as I stand there in the rain. Continuing along my way, I mount my horse and move to Ibrahim's home. A feeling of regret washes over me, as I wish my interaction with Rhun was more than the pitiful excuse of a conversation I had her, but I've never really conversed with them before.