Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170616145439/@comment-19164168-20170711135517

Datadragon Seraphim wrote: "Look, you are a ten year old. I'm not interested in ten year old boys so no matter what you try you aren't getting close to impressing me you know?" said Elaine as she stuck her hand out to grab Cristus' collar.

"Just sit down, kid. What part of I am not hungry do you fail to comprehend? For a mage of high talent you sure are surprisingly dense."

Elaine's gaze hardened slightly as she said "at this rate, you are actually creeping me out. Plus I can't be letting you into a kitchen where you can hurt yourself. I don't want to explain to that old cat if you end up injured." "Injured? Never heard of a healing spell?" Cristus asked Elaine back.

"Whoa whoa whoa, easy now! No need to raise voices and break bones and furniture afterwards!" The owner of the inn exclaimed.

"Actually, there is good reason" a nearby Nord said as he stood up from his seat. He wore his full-faced helmet over his customized armor, which looked like it took inspiration from Nordic Carved Armor, except that merely everything that served as a weak spot was covered by armor, be it from steel or reinforced leather...

"That kid and his crew pissed off the wrong people. They want to send a clear message. With their broken bodies or severed heads" the huge Nord said before drawing his large shield and one-handed sword as he approached the two Bretons.

"Guards! Guards-" the inn's owner was immediately hit in the back of the head with a mead bottle by a nearby Orc grunt who showed his true colors. Some of the customers stood up as well. They all acted like trained killers...