Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190727013802/@comment-3293219-20190731204838

"Y'ed better not pull t'at wounded warrier crap or Oi'll be bladdy pissed." Quen grumbled, pulling herself up.

"Y'got us close to killed tonoight, don't wantcha feneshin' the job."

Leyt considered saying something harsh but in truth, he couldn't as she was somewhat right. For all they knew, his death could mean Quen's as well and he didn't even examine a spiked drink?

"I... Forgive me, I'll be more vigilant, from now on."