Board Thread:Role Play/@comment-5490216-20150514011649/@comment-5490216-20150516175557

Aaron put a hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it. He looked around for whoever was around. He stepped ahead of Marcy to hold her back with his other arm.

"Hold on," he requested of her before callling out more authoritatively. "Come on out. We harbor no ill intentions."