Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170106184940

Jorge speaks out loud to all the gendarme present.

"Twelve individuals heading north by the Slack run creek... A day ago. I'm no hunter, no tracker... I guess this is where you all come in."

He says nothing else as he walks away, never before has he felt this useless. Marcus could probably catch their scent right now. Thomas if pressed could use some sort of magic to reverse this or at least look into the past. But me? I'm just muscle.. Muscle and miracles, worthless miracles that can't save my family...

He walks down the streets lost in thought passing people as they go on with their lives. Of course they would... They hold no deep connection to you, they do not love you as your friends and family do. They only see you at face value.

He notices that people are looking at him in suspicion, not wanting to cause a scene he makes a left into an alley and continues to wander into the downs.