Walking up to the jail, Raef sets down a bucket brimming with a strange white liquid. It sloshes back and forth as he sets it down. In his hand is an old rag, stained here and there. With an odd smile, he leans down, moistens the rag, and scrubs away at the vandilism. Judging by the witty one-liners and obviously bad tempered attidue, he has a good idea who was responsible.
He spends the rest of the afternoon cleaning the grafitti from the buildings.
Splashes of paint on the jail and the Redboot barracks
Moderator: Lords of The Realm
-
Templar Raeflyn
- Dasarian Hero
- Posts: 657
- Joined: Mon Jan 13, 2003 7:24 am
- Location: Daris (Canada)
