Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-7262318-20170111014106

"Yes, lets get your stuff," Hafnir opened the door.

Upon opening the door, they heard a man scream out "Don't!-" Before he was promptly blasted in the face by a fireball that obliterated his features and sent him to the ground, dead.

The fireball in question had come from a breton man, standing in the center of the room. His hands steamed and sizzled from the overuse of fireball spells, and there were a few beads of sweat upon his bald head.

"Well... thank you for showing up!" The breton huffed, visibly irritated. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?"

"Oh, stop your wining," Dar'Zah scoffed. "We're here, aren't we?