Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150519235325/@comment-29461586-20150528183143

"Give me a sword..! Now..!" Nahkriin commanded his ordinators.

"Sheathe your swords! Sheate your swords!" Hannibal interrupted.

The Ordinators obeyed Hannibal instead and kept their weapons sheated.

"You dare... disobey me..!?" Nahkriin cursed.

"I believe I will take my chances." One of the ordinators replied.

"...I wouldn't stand dishonoring myself by following blindly." Another added.

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The Dragon prepared for a charged frost breath.