Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-24685738-20170728212845

"Which lady?" The Darkfriend asked, probably just to be impertinent. His eyes darted to Fordola, and he looked her up and down, not looking intimidated by her. His hood still kept his face in shadows, though.

The Mace-Man collapsed, and there were no more people for Ollie to kill, as the Darkfriends were in retreat.