Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-29458028-20150310130416

"Ok, pretty girl and solid snakeman, keep close. I mean, shit could happen anytime. The moment my mother sends me anything, it normally means I might get attacked by some people" said Raytheon, who was interrupted when the burly nord from earlier crashed through the door.

The drunk roared "wow ... two girls ... good meat in a dog's mouth, damned snakeman!"

The drunk lunged forward, but Raytheon put an icy spear through the man's genitals before anything really happened. The drunk collapsed from the frigid castration.

"When I said attacks, I don't mean a drunk guy. Not this sort, real assassins" said Raytheon as he stepped over the drunk and held his hand out, to help Amelie cross.