Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-5842470-20161221022652

Ian woke up last. He rubbed his eyes and then looked at the odd four people around him. He could see an adventurer, a soldier, some odd mist person and a tribal warrior. He laid back down in the sand, using his pack as a pillow. It only took him a second to realize there was something in his pack that he did not add.

He drew out the familiar chest and stared at it for a good moment. He was sure he had gotten rid of the thing two years ago, but here it was. With some doubt, he opened the lid to reveal a revolver, a swortsword and some dozen rounds. For whatever reason, someone had thought to give him back part of his old mercenary life. Maybe it was for the best, seeing that they were now in a strange land.

Picking up his pack and attaching the holster and sheathe to his side, he went to inspect the water, ignoring the others, unless someone called on him specifically.