Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160902215054/@comment-5543592-20170815185731

Randall squeezed his hands into fists, popping his knuckles.

"Those jamokes are as good as gone."

"But my suit..." Steven said, gesturing to his outfit, which he'd managed to keep immaculate so far. "An illusionist always takes care of his suit."