Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-7262318-20170112204537

"Oh, about what?" Goriyn sat back in chair, delighted. At this moment, he might have noticed the few individuals standing up there with Goriyn. There was a Bosmer holding an arrow and bow. 2 Orcs, one with a battleaxe and steel armor and one in mages robes and a staff. There was another one with a battleaxe, this one a nord. And an old breton, with one hand resting on his sword.

"By the way, In case you thought that you were going to stall and attempt to escape, this one will put an arrow in your head if you try to run," He nodded to the Bosmer. "And all of them will cut you up into a pair of boots if you even try to hurt me."

Goriyn rested his head on his hands, grinning. "So... let's talk, friend."

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"Dammit all..." Dalacon spat. "He's got us cornered."