Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26767096-20160605003655/@comment-26065062-20160804073607

The Proctor is walking along a street while reading a battered old book in his hand and stroking his small beard while muttering to himself, when he bumps into Julias. "Oh! My apologies dear sir, but I seem to have not been paying attention to what's around me for a minute. Terribly dark, these streets, especially in the Neath, it's hard to go for a stroll without knocking into some person as yourself."