Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-28494541-20180331041359/@comment-30418419-20180401233243

The medium sized Sandwing slunk through the crowded streets of the Scorpoin Den, a large black cloak covering his body and a hood draping over his face and hiding it from any dragon’s sight. He was looking for some business, either stealing from or for someone would do. A vender’s still a red tapresty stood out from the dull colors. A blacksmith, you don’t see those often. Cobra thought as he ambled up, hoping that the large SandWing would hide him as he admired the wares from afar, considering the best course of action.