Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170212144717/@comment-28412230-20170220205738

"Hmph! Helpful items, my ass," the woman scoffed, carelessly tossing the butter knife behind her, the echoing rustles of the golden grass crushing underneath a person's running became eminent to the Gamemaker.

It was another player.

Morrigan began to eventually run after the silhouette, gripping the satchel's handle as she ran.