Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-25038310-20150219191325

John rose an eyebrow at Sigmund. He had seen him in the line before, but had payed little attention to him. Now however, he found the boastful man a pest.

"I am afraid that noone has asked for your opinion on the size of pickaxes, whoever you are."

He picked a lighter pickaxe from the shelf, as he handed it over to Wraith, while still keeping an eye on Sigmund.

"A pickaxe is an instrument for work, not something to boast of. Instead of doing that, perhaps you could spend some more time doing what is asked of you, and by doing so, evade the guards' anger. Because, frankly, your pickaxe won't save you from your punishment if you were found critising the weight a lady can carry."

He grinned as he flung the pickaxe over his shoulder, smirking.

"Just a warning, kiddo."