Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171215132629/@comment-24510587-20171215144317

"Well, I can tell you, it's pretty dreadful," Ves said.

"I went there for a task once... I must've been fifteen or sixteen? Something like that. I was there to kill its ruler, King Guillaume. It's a right dump. Like Bravil but colder and with more Orcs.

"Anyway, this Guillaume, right? I observed him holding a speech during the day. He must've been in his late fifties. Talked about how Farrun was a great city, how they were all lucky that they had him as a ruler, yadda yadda yadda. He makes himself look like a great and mighty man. But that night when I got into his chambers to take him out, he wasn't all that mighty."

Ves was stifling an immense snicker at this point.

"See, by coincidence, just as I got into the room, he suddenly woke up... and I could hear - and smell - him soiling himself."