Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160516023321/@comment-5583506-20160626051347

(Approved)

Halfars the Bald approached the iron bars of Corgnac's cell. Having been a part of the Emperor's People for longer than he cared to remember, there wasn't much that amused him these days. Except for one particular grey Orc they had in their custody. The Orc had been quite resilient against their attempts of breaking him, and molding him into one of their own.

But Halfars was old and experienced, especially when it came to breaking people.

Will have him where I want him soon enough...

The old Nord looked the Orc over, the way a scientist would examine a wild animal. "Heard from the guards by the gate that you might be receiving company soon, Corg", shrugged the man. "Not that friends would do you any good, would they? Heh."