Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-36884570-20181108012315/@comment-36309590-20181111014938

Atior ran his hand across his head, lost in thought. His connections hadn't turned up anything and he had failed to get a wand, thanks to the shopkeeper having an old description of him in his store. Atior had thought that his face would have changed enough to make him unrecognizable, but apparently he was wrong.

There was one benefit to all of this though.

He had managed to get enough food to last him a few months.

He quickened his pace as he turned onto the street his apartment was on.