Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-26446054-20151019203947

The man ignored the obvious anger of Tryce, and merely pleaded; "Dominion guards, they left some... Explosives, I think, in my house, and I can't get rid of them! There's rope already burn-"

Cyrnin cut him off; "Just cut the cord, you idiot. We have no time." He told the desperate man. "And if you can't, well I'm afraid we'd be dead anyway. Chances are, the explosives would send splinters into us, or the elves would fire their cannons." He added coldly, walking with a sailor to get his supplies.

A sailor spotted her almost immediately, and ran forward, lunging at Lyria's arm to drag her out.

"Captain! Trespasser!" He yelled.

"Belong to anyone?" Asked the captain.

"No, sir!"

"Throw them off the deck, we haven't time for this!" Snarled back the captain.