Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25038310-20140930203812

Sander raised his pistol and aimed it at the Wood Elf. He closed a drawer he had been searching in with his other hand. He frowned.

"Sure is.. "

Sander circled around the Elf, all the while pointing his gun at him.

"What are you? Some thief? A spy? An assassin? Nevermind. Asking that question won't deliver an answer from you. "

He grabbed his machete with his other hand, still pointing his pistol at him.

"Listen Woody, I just needed to fight off a  damn werewolf, and I hate it if people make my job harder. I saw you running across the rooftops toward this palace, and I was afraid someone would beat me to my goal. "

He pressed the button next to the door, lighting up the room.

"And I'm afraid if someone beats me to my goal, I don't get paid. If I don't get paid, I can't come by. What are you looking for here? "