Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190123231010/@comment-7262318-20190125035708

"But it's my bottle, Vyr.. Vy, Vyrina..." Shrava tried to form the words with her mouth. "It's... This One loves this bottle. Very nice bottle. Reminds her of home."

Torus, however, was not beating around the bush. He came from behind and yanked the bottle away from her grip, holding it abover her head.

"Nooooo, my drink!" Shrava cried, loudly, attracting the bar's attention. "Give it back! This One paid money! Her money! Give it!" She tried to stand and banged her hands on Torus' chest, but she rose too quickly and lost her balance, stumbling back and tripping over her chair.

There were a few gasps and groans of disgust from the patrons, but Shrava was paying no attention. "Vyyyy, help me! He's stealing This One's stuff!" Shrava wailed on the ground like a child.

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"That would be them," Alex said, covering the markings back up. "The deal stipulates that I bring her their heads. But I have no interest in doing so,"

She shook her head. "I'll focus on those reprecussions when they come... right now, we need to stop Morgus."