Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20151020030017/@comment-25975584-20151020040503

Dawkins sits down in the house he built for himself, on the edge of town. Stoking the fire, and thinking about whether to try, and marry her, or not. He sighs to himself, he was turning into one of these locals. He hears the watchmen screeching about a monster, and gets his gear set, he then plods out the town gate, and fixes his aim on huramee...