Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-7262318-20190710222836

"We'll... we'll try!" One of the dark elves, obviously frightened by the circumstances, assured Ayane.

Outside, the group could see a group of five nords, decked out in regular commoners clothes and surrounded by half empty bottles. The ringleader at the front of the group, a scruffy looking man with an unshaved beard and a chin that abnormally jutted out from his face, only laughed at them.

"Oh I'm sorry... I was aimin' for his jewels. Promise!" He laughed, followed by the rest of his drunken friends laughing too.