Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-24736819-20180427013013

"Interesting, not one of you attempted to correct me.", Scipio lifted a serrated surgical blade from the desk and allowed the torches to illuminate it for a bit before he shook his head and returned it to the table, "Funny, there is always one who tries to correct me."

He looked at the man who had shushed the other and smiled, "Let's start with something simple. What is your crew called?"

Unfortunately, for Dursos, drunken sailors tended to overlook the unwillingness of the opposite sex, so it didn't took long before one particularly tipsy patron approached the possessed woman.

"Hey there, sexy... how is it hanging?", the man slurred, invading Dursos' personal space. He was a breton with an ugly tribal tattoo on the left side of his face.

Tukta-mab glanced towards them.