Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170220231557

The horses slowed, forming a loose semi-circle around the front of the bar, fifty or so feet away.

One man road out in front-- Praetorian Gracius. Dismounting, the black-haired man slowly made his way to the ground, before stopping a few yards short.

"I see you did very well." He noted. "Not one of you dead, and Lord Pluto unharmed."

He frowned at Tim, who had his gun pressed to Hades head. "At the moment."