Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-5543592-20190828025216

Bjorn threw back his head and laughed in Jack's face. His cronies quickly followed suit, seemingly just to please him.

"Who do you think you are?" He turned his sneer upon Jack.

"Who she said." Old Smith could've killed Bjorn with that look, but appeared unwilling to take action. His hands had knotted into fists. "Don't mince words, Bjorn.  You're--

"Shut your mouth." Bjorn snapped at Old Smith, cutting him off. The old man's lips drew into a tight, angry line. Bjorn continued. His right arm was shaking. "Elves, provincials.  Not surprised to see their sort here.  Fucking traitors."