Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5543592-20150318220745

"If it's mandatory, otherwise I'd rather just drink it and be done.  I don't need people to watch me gag at the taste." He said. "I'm not doing this for the glory." He knew his reasons for doing this, yet he couldn't help feeling nervous. He'd learned from a young age that he was easily frightened. Hell, he was afraid of facking horses. But he felt he shouldn't have felt afraid of this. He had chosen this, and was not backing out. Yet, why did he feel trepidation?