Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140515165903/@comment-3293219-20140515222743

Jaryl nodded, she might as well have told him that it was all bullshit...

"Well, since you didn't give a fuck about me, can I have my skooma back?"

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Set marched over to the chef, a fat, slovenly Breton, who smiled and bowed to greet him.

"Ah, hello sir... would you like..." Set grabbed a fillet knife and stabbed him in the neck, dragging it across his throat and slicing it open, sending him spinning to the floor. He stood up on the table, raising the knife in the air and showing everyone the blood as it ran down his arm.

"Shut up and look over here!" He demanded.