Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-26103034-20171004190749

Rularel spat on the ground. "I don't negotiate with, with hags. Send the damned spawn back into Oblivion, I say. They belong underground, and whether in a cellar or a grave I have little preference," he snapped, clenching his fists. He gritted his teeth, before closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath.

"What about these skeletons I've heard about? You sending someone to do a couple favours for them, too?" he asked with a glare.