Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190911133544

Alvoran couldn't imagine Scaldor with a sing-song voice. Let alone a high pitched one.

"Is that why you smoke that stuff?"

The Nord crossed his arms.

"For the pain?"

Clodagh had no idea how on the money she was with that. All his life Garran had been unlucky. Born an abomination of Orc and Breton blood. Discarded. Repelled.

"Nope. Such a stupid game..." The half-orc said with depleted rage.