Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-5543592-20160102172853

In the morning Tanner sat up, uncomfortable as the dew settled onto his armor. He shook himself like a dog, and then rose to his feet, running a hand over his shaved head. The stubble of his hair tickled his fingers, and he glanced off down the hill.

Where are you, boss?