Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-28412230-20170213215645

"Hey Quail-bird," The burnette walked up to a wheelchair bounded, visibly different minor, cupping his hands in his pockets, whereas a new Maxwell approached behind Augustus, a couple of pale scars on his cheeks from the previous events, his obsidian hair now having one streak of gray.

"Glad to see you've waken up, Treolark," the older man croaked; his previous signature tone of strictness was transformed into one of tranquil smoothness as a small grin stretched from his lips.