Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20160103144129/@comment-29559990-20160103183709

"No," Kaz said flatly, unsure of what she thought his answer would be.

"But... he's turncoat?"

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"'Fraid not," Borskar muttered. "My life was taken all too soon."

Vordel suddenly reached up and ripped out the dagger, but no blood followed. The wound healed up rather quickly. Confused, Borskar looked to Vordels hand, which turned out to be a claw. And then, a growl.

"Oh, for Gods sake..." He muttered, just as the Lotnekov lifted him up and chucked him to the nearest table.