Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-26444332-20160810181526

A hand unexpectedly whistles through the air, slapping him upside the head and forcing his Stigma down.

'None of that, now. Get a hold of yourself,' A voice says, and Moredel turns to view a young man with brown hair and green eyes, in the robes of an apprentice spellcaster.

'Do you know who and what you are? Give your name and your rank.'