Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170806205327/@comment-24510587-20170809223339

"Do not call me friend!" Mortimer shouted. If his tear ducts had been functional, they would be pumping right about now. "You were the first person I ever trusted in this world. The first person I ever called a friend. And you betrayed that trust!"

The stitchwork man stood there like that for a few seconds, seemingly debating with himself whether or not he should end Sulvis here and now. Then, he pulled back - only to then lash out again. Before anyone could intervene, he carved into Sulvis' cheek. Not deep enough to be dangerous, but certainly deep enough to scar.

"Let that serve you as an eternal reminder of your treachery. You live only by the grace of lord Zakariah."