Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140906161253/@comment-5583506-20140908190904

Rashka felt a presence behind him. "I am sorry, cat", said an unpleasant voice, "but that is my spot you are sitting on."

The Khajiit raised an eyebrow and continued to eat as if not caring. "Nothing to apologize for."

The Nord on the other side of the table looked anxiously upon broad-shouldered Orc that towered up behind his table companion. Bokrug gro-Kadog was his name, imprisoned for a massacre at an orphanage.

The Orc grinned and leaned down close to Rashka. "It is funny. I thought you Khajiits were suppose to hear well, but let me just repeat that last for you as I am afraid I might have slurred when I spoke. Get the fuck away from my..."

He didn't get any further before Rashka had grabbed the big Orc by the throat and slammed his head down the table, breaking his jaws and nose. Blood spurted up from the gaping holes where some of his teeth used to sit.

This time it was Rashka's turn to lean down on the dazed Orc. "Where this one comes from, it is customary to wait until this one has finished his dinner before demanding his seat. Sorry that you had to learn that the hard way..."

The Orc didn't reply and slided down unconscious to the floor as Rashka continued to eat, seemingly unbothered by the fact that there was blood splatter all over his newly aquired pork chops and a half-dead Orc by his feet.

The Nord seemed to have lost his apetite for the time being.

"You are not going to eat that?" asked Rashka and grabbed another pork chop from the Nord's plate, still smiling. "Your loss, my friend."