Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150621155346

The gun didn't blast a bullet in Marya's head.

The Breton lade took the gun from Meledran, getting off of Sander's lap and placing it on the table in front of him.

"We can stop this game at anytime we want ; just tell us what we want to know."

"Fuck you." Sander said, grabbing the gun slowly. When he brought the gun to his head, the armed men behind him fastened their grip on the triggers of their own weapons.

He squeezed his eyes closed, before pulling the trigger. The bullet was not in the first two chambers..

Sander pushed the gun back to Meledran, slowly exhaling. He knew that a bullet to the brain would probably kill even him.

"And what about you?" The nord said, grinning at Meledran. "Still nothing to say? Perhaps you can also tell us the location of your ship and crew.."