Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-7262318-20190711011919

"You threatening me?" The Nord pointed a finger at Vander. "I'm already home. I ain't movin' from this spot!"

Vordel then stepped forward, drawing closer to this group of nords. "Time for you to go. No more-"

The Nord had calmly grabbed a bottle off the ground and slugged Vordel across the face with it, breaking it and causing the Dunmer to stumble back in pain. Grasping at his face and doubling over.

"You don't order me around, Grayskin!" The Nord spat. "You need to know your place when you're in this city!"

Vordel's head slowly rose back up. A frown on his face, his eyes glazed over into an orange color, vaguely reminiscent of hellfire itself. His lips curled into a snarl, as his eyes darted back towards the group. There were probably a million different thoughts circulating around in his rage-fueled mind right now... all of them quite bloody.