Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151120105848

"O-Oh... well, while I was on watch, she came to have a chat, a-and she got tired, so she spent the night h-here," He stammered. Though that was halfway true, he made sure to leave out anything that would give him a horrible death by spear.

Or worse....

Kaz surpressed a chuckle and continued picking up the sword, placing the weapon on his back. "Now, Why would'ya want that? I mean, it's just simpler to reach in..." He squeezed his hand together. "... and reach out. Right?"

Vordel looked at the man like he was idiot. Which he was. He clearly had no concept of how cannibals operated. The didn't worship trolls. Not everything that eats humans is worshipped by people that eat humans.

But, he may have had a point. He'd never seen himself as the Lotnekov, true, but he had seen the drawings and sketches that Hafnir had taken while he studied the thing. It was hunched and contained too many eyes for comfort. And it now dawned on him that he did fight like a troll. He had seen the wreckage when he came out of that form. Claw marks on the abdomen... a rib cage pried open...

"Get out," Vordel ordered him. "I need to think."