Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170418230833

The officer had a bead drawn on William's forehead with his rifle, ready to let loose.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" The Duke asked William, hands folded behind his back, looking more annoyed by this inconvience than anything. Mid-forties, with a salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, and a broad jawline, he was pretty much the picture of steely composure.