Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:55F5:6000:4602:312D-20191215015005/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:6CD1:A462:6F83:C6BF-20191217011027

Octavian adjusted the herb-filled satchel around his waist and boredly sat down, legs crossed, fiddling with the gold piercings in his ear. His green cloak and garb were fastened neatly, and his black and gold gloves were practical and stylish. His staff, topped with a blue crystal, hung at his waist. He called for a pint of mead, with barely any alcohol, because it would do no good to be drunk on a quest.

-Loki