Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170211223504/@comment-5543592-20170212234452

Randall arrived at the dining area on his own accord, thumbs tucked into the sleeves shoulders of his leather vest. His cheek was still swollen slightly and the wound on his tricep had only just started to seal.

He eyed Tamannaah eating, and sniffed the air.

"Where is it kept?" He asked shortly, looking around.