Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-32600226-20180721032514

Cucholinn gazed around from his position in the back of the group. Wearing his spy mask under the cloak he was using to hide himself the mask was taking in vast amounts of data on everything he looked at. A master at infiltration, no stranger looking at him would see any sign of the Assassin's rifle or other gear. Turning to Maxus whom he has begun to assume is the leader of their motley group.

"What now," he asks simply in his near monotone voice.