Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150404005102/@comment-24736819-20150428172016

"Oh, yes! Please, milord, please! Now that you mentioned that I would be fed from the leftovers of the pigs, I must do as milord commands. Please, sir. Mercy, sir. Please...", he spat on the ground after his mocking, acting.

"Do you know why they call me the Servant, boy?", he smirked as he said it, "Because I used to be one. A servant to people of your kind, nobles. Do you think you can scare me with leftovers? Please, some of us down here don't even have leftovers. As I said before, do me this favor and lock me up...let's see which one of us is going to be around here longer."

Even though the argonian was not tall, nor muscular, he didn't even flinched upon listening to those threats.