Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151125220742/@comment-29559990-20151128164223

"Yeah, right," He grumbled. "I'm sure they do. I'm really sure they do,"

He turned and looked out into the snow. He had a dangerous look in his eyes. One that could make anyone feel unnerved. "I'm gonna find Goriyn," He said. "I'm leaving, and I will find him. Cut his head off, and parade it around skyrim on a pike. Leave his body to the wolves. Laugh when they tear it apart. Piece. by. Piece...."

The scary thing about that, was that it didn't sound like he was exaggerating.