Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-7262318-20170113000458

"Oh, well would you look at that!" Goriyn laughed, banging his fist on the arm rests of his throne. "They brought ol' Tarsh out of the the pit with them!"

Goriyn whispered something to the Bosmer, and he knocked an arrow. "Now, everyone else behind that door, drag yourselfs before me or so help me god, I will skin these 2 alive and a make a coat out of them!"

He leaned over to the nord and whispered. "Do they make Argonian coats?"

"I, uh... I don't think so..." The Nord said.

"Right... Okay, I'll turn the Lizard into boots and the Elf into a coat. Or maybe a rug. And their finger tips for toothpicks!"

Despite his mad ramblings and awful jokes, they knew he was serious. Chutul and Tarshal would die if they remained behind the doors. And so, with a frustrated sigh, Hafnir was the first of the group to walk out