Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-7262318-20170122014337

Dar'Zah finally got a good look at the women now. "You..." Dar'Zah rose up, hand drifting closely to his dagger. "What do you want?"

"My brandy!" Tullius cried as Vislak took it from him and poured it on the floor. He grabbed his cane and hastily stood on uneasy feet. "My god-damned brandy! You mangy little-"

"Shut it," Dar'Zah spat, before turning back to the Grey Fox. "We're not either. We're getting the old man for a friend of ours for a little mission of ours. It ain't none of your concern, so why don't you go elsewhere? This is our problem, not yours."