Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140126061927

"We all bug each other, one way or another," Jack offered, giving a curt nod to Olaf. "The name's Jack Bordeaux, but you can just call me Jack. This fine fellow over here is Makoru, probably one of the most accident-prone people you'll ever meet," he mused, nudging Mak with his foot to indicate who he spoke of.

"I was already awake, you know. And I'm not accident-prone, just unlucky," Makoru explained, giving a halfhearted nod to Olaf with his eyes still closed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to sleep," he yawned, leaning back and shifting restlessly to get as comfortable as possible.

"And before you even ask, no, Stroggvir is not the leader here. That would be me and Byran, the rest of them are all either sellswords or here due to personal vendettas, ambitions, blah blah blah. So what exactly do you want from us?" Jack asked, arching an eyebrow as he tucked a knife into one of his wrist sheaths(?).