Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-19164168-20171201033817

"Suit yourself." Alan shrugged. Just as about he was to give the kill order, Aia shouted for him to stop.

"Alright..! Alright..! I'll do it... ...I'll kill the family for his amnesty." she said shakily.

"See how reality always destroys ideals and dreams? Grow the fuck up." Alan noted to Stauntax before disabling the collar's detonation sequence.

"Jailor. have the collar taken care of. The heavy part, that is. I need a drink." he said before leaving the infirmary. The Jailor walked into the room and did a few hand gestures.

The heaviest parts of the collar snapped itself off of Stauntax's neck, but a small choker remained, which kept track of the Breton's movements for the origin/s of the spell.