Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140625012345/@comment-24530992-20140627232913

The guard took the shirt of, and threw it down the hall, where a skeever came from a hole in the wall. It grabbed it between it's yellow chipped teeth before scurrying back. Casimir winced at the thought of where the shirt originally came from.

The guard, however, was not happy.

"Oh, look at you." The guard spat, approaching the bars. "We have one of those smartass Bretons on our hands? Filth. You're a disgrace to you're kind. I'm not just saying this because of what you just did, but because I know how you got into here."

Casimir looked at him with a poker face, trying not to smile. He did not reply.

"Too dumb for words, eh?"

The Breton stood up.

"Just because I'm a criminal doesn't mean I'm stupid. Half of my brain is most likely equal to the size of yours." He retorted. The guard reached into the bars, grabbing his throat.

"Shut the fuck up, scum!" He shouted, tightening his grip.