Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141201131422/@comment-3293219-20141201215524

"It's true, you were with us for well over two months before you were taken..." The Breton replied, softly.

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Jabin was stood in front of Larrius, the two of them were arguing.

"I don't give two shits about you and your girlfriend, the Red Iron needs you to step up, with Kud dead, that leaves you, Lea and Shrike. Lea's too inexperienced and Shrike? He's way too... whacked...

So you're gonna have to step up, you're gonna have to be my right hand."

"Larrius, who cares!? It's not like we're going anywhere!" Jabin protested, folding his arms and glaring at his comrade.

"Heh, that's where you're wrong, asshole!" Larrius snapped.

"Soon as Kud-Jet is burried, we're gettin' out of here, so pack your shit..."

"What? Are you... Are you completely mad? We have a good thing here..."

"We nothin'... Just playing lapdog, to a bunch of assholes in coats! We're mercs, not guards and certainly not bounty hunters."

"Kud-Jet dissagreed..."

"Yeah? Well he's dead, you're lucky you didn't join him..." The Orc grumbled as he walked away, marching towards the front door and kicking it open.

"You have an hour to pack!"