Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-32600226-20180715023817

Cucholinn had been silent most of the meeting, and moving to his quarters he continued to be quiet. Growing up an assassin had left him without knowlage of anything other than his missions and how to carry them out. In his spartan quarters Cucholinn found the rest of his gear, his pistol, mask, and ammo. He relaxed as the put the mask on over his face, the briefing was always the worst part and now it was over. Still, he wondered, who of his new compainions was to act as his handler?