Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-24685738-20170611182704

The Centurion rode back into his group, staring down at the 'cutthroats,' clearly unbothered by the jabs of Catryn. "Give me your names, now." He ordered, as his men formed up into lines, preparing to attack if they were not given.

Arik held up his hand, stopping his own horse. "We give them two hours."