Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24736819-20170105160653

"I don't fucking know!", Bouros snapped, getting up from the chair, "I only know that I cannot die, yet I die every fucking day! Are you happy? Want to arrest me for being a heathen or fight me for being different? Be my guess, give it a shot and we'll see what good that does to you. It will do you the same good as it did that red, horned bugger!"

Unknowingly, the big, muscular man hadn't let go of the chair and it snapped easily with the force of his hand's grip on it.

"No! Please, don't fight here!", the Innkeeper pleaded.