Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-29559990-20150107023132

(Billy had is chance. Now, I kickstart this.)

Borskar grew tired of this. They were getting nowhere, and Mak wasn't talking. Now it was his turn.

Borskar marched himself over to the stall, looming over the Breton like a Giant standing over small cattle

"Can I help you?" Daleus asked, not even bothering to look up from the dagger he was cleaning with a ragged cloth.

Borskar slammed his massive fists on the stand, causing a small quake that shook Daleus, causing the Breton to slowly turn his head.

"Answers." Borskar spat out. "I want answers. And you will give them to me. Don't try to run. I've got my men on the doors, and you're surrounded by the Riften Guard. Now you will tell me who is giving you your stock. And you're gonna tell me NOW."

Daleus glanced around, feeling like a cornered rat (references). Now he knew what this was all about. He gulped, feeling only 2 inches tall.

(Leaving y'all on a cliffhanger because I have to go. Gnight.)