Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-3293219-20131210185604

(I've never been the 'popular one,' probably because I'm about as inviting as a graveyard. For one reason or another I rarely speak to people, sounds like a hindrance but it's served me well enough. If you listen to people before you speak to them, you'll probably lose the desire to speak to them. And I've never had the problem of being 'the smart' I was thankfully spared that horrible fate. :P)

Corelas awoke, twitching his fingers as his bloodshot eyes opened.

How long have I been here...

"Well..." The imperial began, placing the bucket on the floor.

"I believe you're to be congratulated for consuming the entire lake!"

Son of a bitch...

"I wanted ice..."

"I'm sorry?"

Corelas smirked as he rolled onto his back. "Ice... with my drink, you forgot the ice."

"Cute..." The imperial muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I don't know what else I can say... you haven't asked me any questions."

"I wanted to give you a taste of what those who say 'no,' have in store for them." The imperial explained, grabbing Corelas by the collar and dragging him to a chair.

Corelas' breathing was heavy as he'd just woken up after passing out from drowning, for the third time in three days. The inquisitor knew this and gave him a minute, before speaking.

"Okay... now I'm going to ask you a very simple question..." He muttered, pulling up a chair.

"Where is the blade of woe?"