Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160817220837/@comment-26383377-20160826000359

Calthor was already at the Meeting point. He had five men with him, all of various sizes, holding various weapons. But donning the same black plate armor. He approached Alex, his halberd in hand. "The damn fool has arrived." He frowned. "Don't insult people behind thier backs, unless you're willing to be stabbed in yours."