Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160824101510/@comment-26446054-20160917090011

Tom made no comment, but merely walked onwards through the broken streets. It occurred to him that he wasn't entirely aware why he was being followed by these two- but it didn't entirely matter.

As he considered asking, he spotted another band of armed people up ahead, bearing red patches on their arms and evidently confident.

He suspected it was mercenaries, but they all wore similar clothing.

"Foxhound," he muttered.