Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141204044051/@comment-32663439-20141209033923

(Lol. One threat to Mundus a timeskip, how bland XD)

"I see. Well I'm glad he cured you, you're a fine swordsman." Kodlak and Mattias approached a road outpost (like that one in Skyrim that has two towers, bandits, a bridge across and rocks and stuff). A couple Villfrelsers were up there, standing on opposite sides of the bridge, throwing knives at each other, seeing how many times the other could catch it without getting injured or dying. Three other Villfrelsers were watching the spectacle. Kodlak shook his head. The Villfrelsers were mighty warriors, but their forms of entertainment were always bizarre and lethal to someone.

Kodlak took an apple out of his satchel, waited until one of the villfrelsers was about to throw the knife, and then he chucked the apple. The apple intercepted the knife midair, and fell over the other side of the bridge. Kodlak rode his horse under the bridge, catching the knife by the handle, with the apple still attached. He looked back at the villfrelsers and took a bite out of the apple. One of the villfrelsers said,

"You going to give that back, Kodlak?"

"Maybe next time you stop by Sørskaal, Grektiv!"

"So that's a no, then."

Kodlak laughed and then turned back to Mattias. "Let's get a move on."