Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20151213234828/@comment-27718380-20151214183521

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Seraph walks up to him, grey robes and cloak flapping slightly in the brisk wind.

"Welcome, newcomer. Welcome to our camp." (Seeing as I'm with him...)

I look up at Seraph, with some distaste.. 'Hello to you too...'