Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-5583506-20170606201708

Catryn watched with disgust as the nobleman reprimanded his servant. If she hadn't been all too busy swirling around in a dance to please and distract the crowd whilst Tyrus removed what valuables he could from the rich folk, she would've gladly stabbed the lard man in his double-chin. Instead she simply nodded with her head to Torbjorn.

The burned Nord nodded in return, grabbed his greataxe and began to make his way to the nobleman. They could obviously not kill anyone out in the open, but that wasn't Torbjorn's intention either. His imposing length and muscle mass would surely be enough to convince the nobleman that harming the commoners in his vicinity was a grave mistake.

"What is the meaning of this?" Torbjorn burred.