Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180323183612/@comment-30994984-20180410145726

Aventus closes his eyes and whispers a prayer to Arkay.

Irbu had followed in to pester Aventus and Illaris more and saw the ordeal. He sat in a tree that was straining to support his weight and smiled to himself.

''Kill him! Yes! Do it, make him into paint. Paint for a canvas of flesh that I may present to my lord. So that I may not interrupt the fishstick.''