Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20161230050313

"Hmph, I only eat the best." Hound replies smugly. "For now we'll wait, seven days till their next meet. We'll figure this shit out then." Hound signals Brando and requests for shots of rum. He looks to Cynd with a warm smile, taking a less serious attitude.

"You want anything Cynd? Probably wouldn't mind washing the taste of Sadrek's shit energy out of your mouth...." He chuckles.