Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160516023321/@comment-13615389-20160626052422

The grey figure remained motionless in the corner of the cell, little more of him illuminated than just his muscular back. He sat crouched, looking into the corner for a moment before inhaling deeply with closed eyes. The orc remained impassive, having grown accustomed to Halfars' torment over time and slowly to turned to face his captor, dreadlocks sprawled across his shoulders. He stood up, wearing the same scowl he did when dealing with undesirables and stepped towards the bar slowly, stopping as he made close eye-contact with Halfar.

"Don't call me Corg." He spoke in a low, menacing tone. It was difficult to tell whether he spoke so slowly was just to emphasize the derision in his voice, or because he'd lived alone so long that he seldom spoke.