Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-29559990-20150912031615

"Pet?!" Ja'Keil snarled, shaking the breton off of him. "How dare you address Ja'Keil as a pet, you freak! Why don't you, take your damn hats and run off to the ally's of the Gray Quarter! Where you belong!"

Normally, Duraak would've stepped in to stop the impending assault, but he figured maybe a good mauling would humble him. He certainly needed it. So instead, he would sit back and watch the fireworks...