Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-25828117-20191007180648

Helian didn't have a very interesting response for that.

"I guess I just like cooking more." He shrugged with a faint smile.

"Maybe it's because one's just a job anyone can do while a good cook, or gourmet, as they say in High Rock, that requires skill." He tried to elaborate.

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One of the woman couldn't contain herself thanks to the adrenaline and quite few other things racing through her veins. She shrieked as she came running towards Clodagh with the club raised high. She wasn't very tall, if she and Clodagh were to stand still next to eachother, her raised hand, holding the club, would stick out just above Clodagh's head.

The other ambushers seemed slightly ruffled by the small woman's yelling and there was some confusion on what to do before all five of them came running as well.

The two big fellers got to Baldr at the same time the shrieking woman got to Clodagh.

They all swung forehanded with quite a bit of force behind it. If that were to come down on your chest or face, you'd be dead almost instantly.

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"There has to be more to you than a horse and your armour." Lysilde said as she sat with him.

"True, I miss my own steed, Morin, and my blade, Glennwyn. But both know I am quite capable of looking after myself." She smiled.