Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-17114085-20161102154147

Bal raised her hand and touched one of the bars with her index finger. The cell began to cool and a lair of frost formed on the bars. "You might come to regret that statement."

She then put her arm behind her back again. "I've already send three of my elites after the Witcher. It shouldn't be long before they return." she revealed. "You might want to get your cage ready for a cellmate."

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Rigel exited the stables. "So, you are eager to meet you maker. I'm happy to oblige." He drew his silver sword.