Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-30059998-20161215225717

Pyotr analyzes the men around him discreetly, gauging whether or not they could be trusted in the battlefield. As he is doing this, his right hand tightens around his Laughing Skull Combat Knife, whether in apprehension or as a reflex to remind himself that he is unafraid to fight, he did not know. All he knew was that Inquisitor Traus ordered him to work with this group and ensure that they get the job done. Whatever the job is.