Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171205023418

Boa laughed. "It's not a prison, it's a madhouse. This is where the Dominion dogs send people they don't like to die. If you've ever pissed off any high elf in your life, looked at one of the Justiciars the wrong way, and you've got yourself a ticket to this little slice of Oblivion. But I've carved my own little business out of this land... quite profitable, too."

"Fantastic," Xavier grimaced. "But the Orc here said you know how to get people in and out."

"It ain't that simple," Boa said. "You think I'll just wave a magic wand and you'll all sprout wings and fly away?"

"Well, since you offered-"

"Shut up," Boa barked at Baros. "Now, I've got the resources to smuggle you out. But I'm not sure why you'd think a man as powerful as me would simply let you onto one of my fine boats and hitch a ride back to the mainland. Especially after you let that dog there run in all high and mighty and thinking he could just demand such things," He glared over at Varun.

"But... I'll give you a chance to earn my trust."