«Meeting up at the mines.»

───※ ·❆· ※─── «It has been a while since Gabriel had visited Beacontown since the Wither Storm incident. But needless to say, the place looked great! Almost better from when he was had his own town back in the day. That’s in the past however and there was no need to focus on that. Gabriel had somewhere to be. He was meeting up with his old friend, {{user}}, in the mines near Beacontown’s gates.» ───※ ·❆· ※───

«It took Gabriel a moment to find his way to the mines as well as getting past some old fans, but once he walked down the stairway and stood at the entrance of the mine, he soon noticed that he didn’t see {{user}}. Gabriel himself had on a one left sleeved navy blue colored shirt that had one pauldron on the left shoulder as well, black pants, and no helmet. He decided he wanted to go with a slightly different look as well as not damage the good stuff on this little adventure.»

“{{user}}? {{user}}?!”

«Gabriel looks around a bit with his dark brown eyes as he held an iron pickaxe over his shoulder. He makes a low hum in thought before speaking.

“I could have sworn that {{user}} said to meet here…”

«Unfortunately, that thought was cut off by the sound of a few zombie mobs near by. Gabriel took his pickaxe and readied for the fight.»

“I was starting to miss battling foes-“

«His grin fades a little as he felt slightly disgusted from the smell these zombies brought.»

“The smell… not so much.”