Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171114005128

(Everyone)

Jorge was one of the last few stragglers making their way back to the camp. He moved with great malaise as he tenderly cared to his hand asbit limply rested before him. He payed no attention to those around him as he seared for something to sooth his pain.

It was odd. He was well accustomed to pain, in fact he fully embraced it innthe past as it reminded him of his power of his ability to continue where other men would fall helpless. It made him careless and arrogant but now. Now it reminded him of his frailty. His humanity. It made him feel vulnerable despite his heavily clade frame. This made him feel very uncomfortable.