Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140125220911

(I find it strange, as I for one was enjoying how the group was kind of turning on one another. Oh well.)

"Are you sure, Daithi? This... giant, more like, isn't like any standard orc. I'm pretty sure that sword of his could cleave you in two if you're not fast enough," Jack said, feeling genuine concern for the elf. Although he didn't really view anyone here as a friend, Daithi made a good acquaintance and was one of the few people here that Jack could still turn to.

"Well? Are you going to forfeit or just try and run away?" Marulahk taunted, his fear beginning to vanish as he noticed the hushed and hurried tone of their voices. He knew perfectly well that no one there matched him in terms of raw skill, and that he was already wondering who might pay a fair price for slaves, or if he should keep them for himself.