Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34358576-20180123220046/@comment-34358576-20180123224046

Riftvus sat on the railing of the ship. The boat docked and waved with the ocean. He took the cigar out of his mouth, and looked toward Grant.

"You ready for the end of our lives?" He joked. "It'll be a slaughter just getting through the Mist Continent, let alone finding this so called "Temple"."