Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-9854464-20150605152335/@comment-9854464-20150607030219

Indurin sets up his tent, and exclaims "It's going to rain soon," "How do you know?" Äplos asked. "Fool," Elta exclaimed, "he's a ranger, when he says something, you should listen to him." And sure enough, within the hour it started raining. In their tents the group can hear the firing mechanisms of Indurin's crossbows going off. Raphael rolls his eyes. Then they hear him sharpening his sword. Goros gets up and actually goes into Indurin's tent and hits him. "OWWWWWW!" Indurin cries in pain and surprise. He jabs Goros in the thigh with his blunt dagger. Goros hisses and prepares to draw his sword. "ENOUGH!" Eredan exclaims seperating them. If looks could kill, Goros and Eredan would be facedown in the mud before Indurin. He storms off in the rain his dirty black hair dripping water and slips with his movement. Arvelas makes a move to follow, but Elestan holds him back. "Let him go. He'll be back."



