Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-32663439-20141229090828

The Kagrenan seemed to almost burst in rage. "You damn horned....fuck! You'll learn your place!" He raised the whip, and started to swing it down at Ataash. Before it struck, a deep, rough voice resounded from behind the man. "Vokdren. What are you doing with that servant?" The slaver immediately stopped the whip, putting it to his side. "Nothing sir, just teaching it its place." A man was in the doorway. He was a Kagrenan, tall and lean, with a thick white mustache and beard.

"I believe that he is not in need of a lesson. You, however, are. I told you that the next time I saw you with that whip, you'd be in trouble. Report to Ingras." Vokdren stuttered. "I-I-Ingras? Why, what did I-" "You did this. Now get out." Vokdren walked out, slamming the door behind him. The old man turned to Ataash. "My apologies about him. He has been over the top since he came here. You don't deserve such treatment."