Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191029160309

Hen nods his understanding and salutes the Sgt. The big man almost didn't feel the slight man tap his shoulder through the heavy plates, but did hear the gentle *plink* of nails on metal. He turned and regarded the man, a slight look of puzzlement on his face.

"I thought I had heard you speak before...perhaps not, there has been much going on.", he said, his accent thick, but his speech still understandable." You want...hmm, parchment and pen, no?...*he searches around, finding a few pieces of crumpled paper on the ground* here, I have no pencil, but...hold on"

Hen walks to a cool fire pit, unused for some time by the look, and grabbed a piece of charcoal.

"Here, messy, but it should do.", he waddled the little black lump with his knife, putting a point on it, before offering it to Dion.