Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160914130216/@comment-4059927-20161107084954

Malcolm Evans lingered in another room. Hearing the muffled chatter of the belligerent paupers who stormed the confines of Harrington House, he rushed to the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He shouted, his eyes grew big. Tall and broad, his muscles tightened as he analyzed the intruders. One, short and skinny, another, average height though well muscled and physically capable. One was tall and wiry, and the final one was quite a bit taller than him, long-legged and imposing, yet a calm demeanor.

Erick turned on his heels, hands curving sharply into a fist. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he glared at Malcolm.