Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-7262318-20191101230243

"You're awfully sure for someone who isn't doing anything," Alvoran growled. "Get up there and touch the ring, hm? Maybe show us how mentally incapable you are,"

Shrava sneered. "This One is not getting anywhere near it. Back off, Nord, and go dream of your wife somewhere else."

That's when Alvoran drew his sword. Shrava turned her attention to him now, frowning. Her eyes widened as he slowly approached.

"Hey... cool it, pal," Garran stood up now. "Don't do anything you'll end up regretting."

"You're gonna get up there and pitch in, or so help me Akatosh..." Alvoran growled.