Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160818194620/@comment-26383377-20160822031932

Arthus woke up from his comfortable bed, he stretched out slightly. He had slept with only his lower garments today, as it was a rather warm night. He looked down at his built body, covered in scars, he could name the cause and time of every single cut he had. You can wear them with pride or with shame, with fear or with courage. But Arthus wore them for solely one reason, regret. He moved towards his upper garments, putting them on. Before he began with putting ok the multiple metal plates and sheathes.

"Almost done!" Arthus tightened his leather belt, finished with his morning wake-up routine. He was quick to notice the room lacked something that existed before then... "Alex?" Arthus hastily left thumb, being sure to leave a good tip for the innkeeper's great attitude the night before. He swung open the door and rushed out to the city square. "Where is he?" He are his way down to the Town hall(?) where most of the judicial trials were carried out (?).