Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616164504/@comment-24510587-20190711000733

Wilkes complied, pulling his white shirt over his head and dropping it next to him, thus revealing the patchwork of scars he was covered in. Mirroring Harriot, his right nipple had also been lost, though to a bullet rather than a hot iron. He was an incredibly lucky man, given that none of those wounds had struck fatally.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.