Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150314031208/@comment-32663439-20150317051959

"My bourbon..." Kodlak sighed, reaching a hand towards the spilled liquid.

"Oh? Like what?" Darik questioned. "Ah, whatever. It doesn't matter. Unfortunately, Sven, the replacement High King for the time being, has said I'm supposed to parley with you. Frankly, I'd rather not."