Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170418013217/@comment-25218347-20170420005844

76 groans.

Orisa was taking refuge in a cave.

Pyro sat back in his chair, overlooking the forest.

Bastion was at the village, wandering about.

And a nice sunset was here.

"Great. The sun is going down and we're sitting here still looking for food."