Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181111180537/@comment-25808351-20181115190053

(Doc)

Marcus was leaned up against a tree some ways of to the side of the house, recovering what little strength he could. As he finally see Ibrahim crouched by the bushes, Marcus gives his friend a moment to regain himself before heading over. Stopping just a few feet from Ibrahim, Marcus glances looks to the King and speaks up.

“Hey uh, Rep. you mind if I talk to Doc here for a moment? I’m gonna be leaving soon to go be with my family and the Vampires over there are my ride home.” He plans his thumb over his shoulder toward Armata, Xeris and Layoka. Marcus’ appearance is a tattered mess, far from the refined sell sword he often parades himself around as. Looking like the others who survived the trip to Armata’s world. His voice raspy and his movements are slow as he barely has enough energy to move at all.