Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160510171926/@comment-5543592-20160513155318

"Think someone is just upset they left a bottle of their precious brandy out in the hallway." Gabriel sneered.

Crimson frowned slightly as Gabe acted increasingly like a right prick. He didn't want to have to take off the gloves but the fellow was asking for it...

He perked up as Gabe flapped his lips again.

"Futile?"

The gloves came off.

"Lad, the only futile thing here is your play as a thief.  Ya left the chest open.  Either ya left yer noggin' back home with your sense of style," he gestured at... whatever it was Gabe was wearing, the guy looked like a begger, "or ya never had one to began with." He paused a moment in thought. "Actually, the second isn't to hard to believe, cause your fly's down."