Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180414093736/@comment-7262318-20180415011648

Alvoran lept backwards, out of range of the mans legs so he could have a moment. He was a scrapper, that was evident. A mad dog, lots of agression. But with mad dogs, he knew, they chomp at anything.

"Are you going to put up a fight or are you hoping to put me to sleep first?" Alvoran grinned, trying to get into his head. "Or no, are you trying to pass whatever disease you have onto me?"