Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150507165836

The Yankee stepped in, lightly, gingerly.

His death was not violent, it was not heroic, not dynamic...

It was just tragic. He was to die alone, embittered, delusioned by the guilt of his past deeds.

He was here... because he wanted to be. He needed fellowship.

He forced a small cough, announcing his presence.