Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-7262318-20190225154854

"Oh, I can't watch!" Meyline spat, shielding her eyes from the impending battle with her arms.

"Alright!" Torus spat, roughly standing up from his seat and turning to face Vyrine. He had had enough of the disrespect towards the companions from this Dark Elf.

"The companions have more honor and bravery in their right hand than you have in your whole body," He proclaimed, angrily marching towards the bar. "I have watched those brave men and women die for the cause, have their heads smashed in by giant clubs, been torn asunder by wolves, been mangled by the cursed magics of Hagravens... for the glory and honor of Skyrim," He hanged his fist against his chest. "I will not have you speak ill of their deeds!"