Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190125120301/@comment-7262318-20190131042123

"As it should," The Xiverath put his head down one final time, ready for this curse to end. "Life, death, it means little... freedom will come either way."

However, it would not end yet. At the other end of the room. They heard Baros suddenly cry out and gag. A look over would reveal that he was now in the arms of a familiar face. An elven sword had been tightly pressed against his throat, so that he did not make any sudden movements.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Kaelmun hissed, slowly moving Baros away from the table. A few guards followed in from the open door, apparently from where Kaelmun had emerged.

"We don't want to send two souls to Oblivion today, do we?"