Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160808020912/@comment-5543592-20160814183609

Daireg stood not to far away, holding a stick of all things in his hands that he was slapping against his palm, sword at his waist.

He was leisurely leaning against the shut sliding-door, as if daring Jude to try and make a break for it.

"Predictable, all of you." The swordsman said as he looked Jude up and down, gauging him. "Like puppets dancing on strings."

He nodded to the door in an inviting gesutre.

"Go ahead and call, cry for them.  Ishien is nearby, he'll hear you.  Perhaps the others below will as well."

He smiled wickedly. "Go on, do it.  I like it when they scream." Daireg added, chewing the side of his lip.