Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-5842470-20161222004421

The fish remained silent. From the get-go, Numen had know that he would go along with it. The convincing had already been done, and this fish would listen to him.

Ian picked up his pack and slung it across one of his shoulders, with little more than a brief sigh. He walked closer to the others, not smiling, not frowning, but looking just about as straight-faced and calm as the others pictured the monk to be.