Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190329124124/@comment-3293219-20190329231025

"If they cannot make it here on time, how do they make it into the heat of battle on time?" Leyt pointed out, seeing such people as unreliable and worthless.

"Sorreh about hem." Quen sighed, slapping her hands on his leather shoulders.

"I'd say he got up on the wrong soide of hes bed but I denne think he has a roight soide."