Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140209193407/@comment-9062114-20140214195934

Fjorks gets his fists ready and goes into the middle of the hall.

Njada: "Ha! Torvar, I bet you 500 septims that I can get this soft gut on his knees after one hit."

Torvar: "You're on! Hey, you, welp, don't screw this up for me, or you'll owe ME 500 septims."

Fjork: "Let's just get this over with!"