Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-1734134-20170120004217

Leopold smiles and nods, and quickly you and the others are whisked away to a small backroom - where the prisoner awaits. He is bound to a wooden chair, his ankles and wrists restrained by sheets of thin metal. He is tired and haggard, his uniform stained by blood and sweet. A silver tray sits beside him, festooned with old medical and mechanic equipment, alongside a bucket that sits beside his feet.