Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170728204632/@comment-7262318-20170729222203

"You don't need sneak when you got two fists," Marsik shrugged, heading inside.

Inside, there was what you would find in a normal inn. A bar, a couple of tables, and a few scronces with candles in them that dimly lit the room. However, it was empty except for one lone Dark Elf. He was chained up to the wall, bound by his arms and feet. His shirt was torn off, revealing scarred tissue that ran across his body like a hundred snakes wrapped around him. His head was down, and the long, ragged black hair shielded his face from view.

"You put that sword near me again, Mortis," The Dark Elf said. "And I'll make ya' death especially slow. I guarentee it..."

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Goriyn rolled his eyes, and a few clones began to swarm both of them. "I really hate when you folks do this..."