Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-24148289-20140111123839

(Tobias is still a chicken by the way, waiting for Wyvern to wabbajack me again)

Belwen continued to drink when the orc came over and glared at her.

"Hey, this was my table! Scoot!" The orsimer yelled at them, glaring at them and clenching his fist.

"Look, you can either just drop the act of looking strong and sit down, or I can release my arrow inbetween your eyes, your choice." Belwen replied to the orc's poor attempt at intimidating her.