Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-24701913-20160822130226

Zair had uncuffed himself, passing the key on to whoever was next.

He took a machete and placed it on his crate, before picking it up and heading inside. He as intent on searching for a small room of some sort he could live it. He hoped there'd be a janitor's closet that wasn't too small.

Luckily, there was one that was very close to what he had wanted. Enough room for a mattress without the bedframe, and wide enough for his crate to fit in. There was a shelf, as well, but it looked unstable so Zair left it be.

Before anything else, though, Zair changed into his old leather armour, quite pleased that it still fit. He had decided he would leave his makeshift weapon in there, he had a much better alternative now.

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Once he was done, he stepped back out into the hall, and started his search for a mattress nobody was using.