Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170114181551

"Hmm, naturally.", Torki muttered to himself, grabing a hand full of tunic and skeleton. He ripped a large section of cloth, tucking it into the back of his belt. Then he said," How do we know we can trust you. I do not wish to cast doubt on you or your words, you do seem devout. But the Ruinous powers are cunning, with plans working inside of plans. In fighting isn't unheard of as well."

Klavovich felt the mans word were true, but it was hard to trust. Looking out at the desert around them it felt as though they had little choice. He looked at the man, weak and worn from the sewer ordeal, he looked small. Frontier living wasn't the best on even a nice world. Torki sat next to the prisoner, lighting and offering a nicotine stick.