Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20151017172507/@comment-27143257-20151120202954

The Ravager slowly rises from his position, his crossbow still trained on Ingar in case he was lying. Fortunately for the both of them, he was not. Hesitant, The Ravager would drop his crossbow to the glossy stone ground with a ''THUMP! ''His voice, although modified to a rasp because of his mask, was loud enough for Ingar to hear.

"The mead's poisoned," He rasped simply, as his attempt at a peace offering.