Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160322234619/@comment-5583506-20160405044016

Beatrix sighed and rested her cheek against her arm leaning on the counter, looking at Swift-in-the-Sack with indifference. "You happy now? You just made yourself a new 'friend'."

"Think I care about making friends?" scoffed the Argonian. "Is that your idea of defeating the Beasts?"

"Friends can make great allies."

"You think friends make a good weapon? Perhaps they do. Just aim them at the jaws of the Beasts, and watch them get eaten instead of you. One-hundred percent survival rate."

Beatrix shook her head. "You are hopeless. Remind me why I put up with you?"

He just stared in front of himself, finding his eyes to be fixed on a spider on the wall. "That's what friends are for, isn't it?"