Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-32663439-20150103055542

Slagar opened the door groggily. He had recently awoken from a binge on Heart's Day. "Oh, hello Vulcan. How can I be of assistance?" He noticed the children. "Greetings, Little Ones."

Fanari had set a recorder type spell on the outside, so she could listen to stuff later, but right now she was staring at herself in the mirror in disgust. She couldn't hear Talion. Bitter tears streamed down her face as she pressed her forehead against the mirror.

Viktral thought for a moment. "I remember, I was once in a position similar to yours. I asked a man for his fealty with a blade to his throat. He said no. I remember stabbing him through the gullet myself. Didn't want to. Did it anyway. That's what a leader does, you know. You do a bunch of shit that you don't want to do. Make decisions that make people hate you. Make other decisions that make other people hate you." He didn't give a direct answer yet.