Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-29559990-20150217222923

"No." Denon said bluntly. A few minutes later, a pair of guards who were watching over the gate walked over to Denon, swords drawn.

"Hey! Wood Elf!" One of them called.

"Yes sir?" Denon asked.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" He asked.

"Sitting. Looking. Breathing." Denon said, as innocent as he could.

The guard wasn't in the mood for jokes. "Get. To. Work, new meat!" He ordered.

"What work?" Denon inquired.

"What Wo.. oh my gods, Do you not see what everyone else is doing?!" The guard boomed.

"I do." Denon replied.

"Do, what they're doing. NOW!" He shrieked.

"Ok." Denon said softly. He got up, grabbed a pick axe, and turned around to find himself face to face with the guard.

"Next time we have to correct you, we're gonna haul your ass to the arena... maybe a trip to The Doctor. Bottom line, don't get our attention. Are we clear?"

"Ok." Denon said. The guards began to march back, and Denon went to work on the rock.

"Loud." Denon noted, referring to the Guard. ______________________________________________________________________

"Farwan, No... AHA!" The Doctor exclaimed. "You are Valuril, am I correct?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.