Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131214232302/@comment-5543592-20131215201827

Daithi looked up at the guard, "Well there's peter, he's the serious one. There's Lisa, she's the quiet one.  Oh, and I'm forgetting the Redguard dancer going the of Ticonderoga." His reward was another painful punch across the face.

The man withdrew his knife from Daithi's neck,  "Beat him until he tells you something," he said as he left.

The guard next to Daithi walked in front of him, "I'm going to try and injoy this."

Daithi looked at him and smiled for some bizarre reason, "And I'm going to enjoy this even more." He balanced on his feet, turned his chair around fast, and smashed it into the guard, splinterring it. he kicked the guard in the head for measure, and stood up straight. He tried to walk and groaned, his head throbbed painfully, he collapsed to the ground and crawled to the door.