Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-29559990-20150821221847

"Puh! You got that right," Vordel nodded. "I mean shit. You made one bloody joke, and she lost her fuckin' shit!"

Denon sighed, getting up and heading for the door. "Ugh, now where are ye goin?" Vordel rolled his eyes.

"Out," Denon answered bluntly.

"Oh, don't tell me you need to go vent to! Denon, cmon, we're all just..."

Denon turned back around, "Out," he repeated, louder this time.

"Oh, for the love of... is this because of what happened at the temple? Look, I know your all for carin' and giving things chances, but those vampire's are fuckin' menaces, and you know that. Plus..."

"Hafnir would have spared them," Denon interjected.

Vordel's eyes widened in rage. "Wood elf, you best not travel down this fuckin' road again," Vordel stood up and lumbered towards him.

"I told you, I don't want you bringing him into any of our conversations. Especially if you wanna act like you knew him better than i did. The only thing you know more than me on is how to kill people who helped you, you.."

Vordel was, for the third time, interrupted by Denon. But this time, it was a backhand from the wood elf that halted his rant. As Vordel recovered, Denon walked off and shut the door, needing to cool off.

When Vordel recovered from the initial shock, that feeling turned into rage, and he needed to expend it soon. He did so by sending his fist throught the door with a battle cry.

"My door!" One of the bartenders cried

"What about it?!" Vordel snapped, louder than the bartender. The bartender once again quited down, and ran off.

Vordel grunted and took his seat again. "Mangy, worthless, shit-talkin elf," He grumbled.