Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30717141-20180823235047/@comment-30717141-20180825040258

He ignores her, or at least tries to, and pull his purple cloak’s hood over his head. It was lined with a cozy grey fur with a silver buckle holding it together. It looked a bit drab and tattered, but still in good condition. After about a minute, Evendur gets impatient. He sits up. “Miss, why are you here, and what’s... the fox ears and tail...?”