Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-6006054-20150813013337

"So you sat in here while the city burned?" Kjalek asked, his voice filled with a barely detectable cold fury. "Did you cower the same way when the outside of this hall was stripped bare and pillaged? Or were you outside, running from the weaklings and looters?"

These men were no warriors, they had no honor or courage. If Kjalek was a decade younger he was certain he could have killed every last person here without taking a scratch. Even now he would likely triumph.