Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20191209190957/@comment-8397818-20191216122436

Dion holstered his pistol and took the iho-stick. He gave Hen a low but slow nod as a sign of appreciation. Dion sat down, he inhaled the smoke and felt how it made its way through his throat and into his lungs.

His face turned towards the flames of the burning woods. Bit his eyes fell on the Kriegsman as he smoked the Iho-stick, only to give it back to Hen. The soldier either had the Emperor's blessing, or possessed remarkable skills as a warrior. Dion heard stories of countless soldiers of Krieg  who traveled thousands of light years, only to die in the first seconds  of battle. This one was different.