Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5543592-20140905215642

Sophie felt an arm clasp around her throat. Fritjolf had settled for the choke hold, not wanting ot kill her, just knock her unconsious. He wrapped his forearm around her throat from behind and restrained her arms with his other. Her legs would kick out as she struggled, but it would be no use, as she was on her butt. Fritjolf's much larger size made it surprisingly easy. And he would be lying to say he didn't feel 'good' doing it.

"I'm sorry." He grunted to her in her last millisecond of consiousness. "But I need to get out of here and I can't have you doing that to me."

He gently lay Sophie on her back, gave the blacksmith a polite nod, and scooped up Azarath before heading out the door.

"Well that was a productive encounter." He muttered, heading in the general direction of Stendarr's beacon.