Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20161215235103

Torki reclined in a chair with his flask. It struck him that this was the nicest room he'd been in. To bad it was small, that made him uneasy. He ran his hand over the plasma pistol straped to his thigh. Watching the door and his companions.

Taking a long drink from his flask, Klavovich settled in. He waited to hear what the others had to say.