Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150530135920/@comment-32663439-20150601184200

Matthias quickly kicked her blade from her hand, and then got down on her, placing his knees on her forearms and his blade to her throat. If she moved, he could easily slice her throat. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he growled.

"Yea, I remember. But I still feel old. Still hardly worthy of my lovely wife..." Rivent said, smiling a bit.

(K. He's now on his way to Bal Foyen. By the time you write for him, he should be there.)