Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-12599067-20141023031137

Ma'Jharo folded his arms and glared down at her with equal venom, letting silence fill the room for a moment. Finally, the mercenary let out a huff of frustration and turned towards the exit of the hall, muttering something under his breath as he did. Dralnach rose with his axe in hand to stop him, prompting Ma'Jharo to turn his hateful gaze on the Reachman.

"This one's garbage is on the table over there. Now, let Ma'Jharo get his sword," the mercenary snapped irritably. Under normal circumstances, Dralnach would've finished with some biting remark, but his assumption that Daria had been judging him had made him feel foolish enough as it was, so he settled for reluctantly stepping around the mercenary to retrieve his supplies, allowing Ma'Jharo to take off in search of his scimitar.

Dralnach immediately took an inventory check and was relieved to find that Ma'Jharo hadn't gotten around to selling anything of his. After that, Dralnach was left in the hall with nothing to do other than sit around and wait for Malachi's orders, but that didn't it well with the Reachman, who decided to take his things and promptly walked off in the direction of the spring, hoping to get a chance to bathe before they marched off for battle.