Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-29559990-20150913151916

Ja'Keil regained his balance just as the door shut tight. "Son of a-" Ja'Keil started, just as Duraak came into his room and out of it with a warhammer and a bag of assorted clothes and daggers.

"What are you up to?" Ja'Keil asked.

"I'm leaving," Duraak said.

"Now where are we going?" Ja'Keil sighed.

"You aren't coming with."

"I... I'm not?"

"'Fraid not," Duraak shook his head. "Good luck, You slimy bastard," He called finally before walking out the door.

As soon as he had gone, Ja'Keil stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before raising his hands in triumph. "Ja'Keil is free!" Ja'Keil cried. "Free to do whatever he pleases!"

He barreled back down the stairs and into a chair near the fire place, picking up a bottle of mead and celebrating by downing it's contents.