Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25726032-20161030025804/@comment-26821421-20161031002533

Bryson watched him run away, sighing. 'Damn. That was... Odd.' He leaned back on the bench, continuing to watch the snow fall peacefully. He was starting to get lost in thought again. What exactly was he talking about before? What was he staring at? Why did he think I could be part of the Thousan Enemies?! He couldn't think the book was real,  right?!