Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-10197675-20150905195339

Jarl Stringle awoke by the side of a hay bale feeling a little woozy, which was probably to do with the stench of the room the Jarl was in, rotten carcases of Skeevers and the like shared the Jarl's quarters. He turned his head to see a hooded thief standing over him and in a dazed state the Jarl moaned, "Where is my supper, my supper?" It had been a while since Stringle had eaten a morsel, so he was rather hungered, however the Thief did not care for this as he proceeded to kick the Jarl with some force to wake him some more. "No catering for you here Stringle, I've got questions and I need answers and you wont see daylight until you tell, so listen up." The Jarl looked at the hooded man with an angered expression, "What do you want?".