Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-25101508-20141118214906

Karonor Pinewood wrote: (Son of a-)

Syinter gave glared at the rat of a guard, with a look that said:

I will kill you later.

He walked to his study quietly thinking to himself.

Why the hell is she always drunk?

Shiera drank up the last of her ale as a group of Sea Mares brought in chests of gold. They had successfully taken another ship.