Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20160116002259/@comment-26453572-20160116021029

Belecthor puts down one of his suitcases, waiting for a staff member to come over. While he waits, he looks over at the young man, and grips his sword hilt at his belt. He brought it for memories and potential self-defense, only for the worst possible outcomes.