Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171211201210

Baros had simply watched the two converse. He could relate to both, the naivety of Olivia and origins of Varun. It reminded him of himself, when he was 12 and leaving local crimebosses on the sides of buildings. Pinned by his arrows...

"I'm gonna drink myself into a coma," Baros decided. "When I wake up, I expect to be back in Valenwood..."

Xavier glanced over at the Nord. "Frankly, I'd rather have neither. I don't have the time to waste on the spineless and the brainless."

He glanced back at the bar door, and saw the others coming. "Keep quiet on this. We'll see what happens from here."

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"Wait!" One of the skeletons called, chasing after Irasil and Lorenz. His weapon of choice were two oversized gloves that sagged over his poor, bony hands. "You fight... or, run in the terror. Yes?"