Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-24510587-20160822221915

When no one actually handed him a shirt, Wilkes grumbled and walked to the box himself. He donned the shirt as well as the armour he had just picked up, and now looked around for a weapon. What he found was a banged up 12.7mm pistol. It would have to do.

All geared up, he joined the others by the gate.