Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-5543592-20160502192722

"Do ya wanna get outta here?" Crimson asked Agatha. "I may have played up the booz and those guys over there are throwing shady looks at my coin purse." He hesitated a moment. "And at your chest." The 'guys' to who he was referring were a trio of young men in a corner, with grizzled, harsh faces covered in grim, dressed in dark clothes, and with knives proudly displayed at their hips.

"I don't think we want 'em stealing either now."