Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140103002711

Jack, who was used to throwing knives as opposed to pulling people out of the water, felt like his arm was being pulled out of it's socket. Once Anwen had finally clambered out of the water, he sat back for a moment, trying to regain feeling in his arm. While he waited, he looked up at Daithi and frowned. "That's good a idea and all, but there's a slight problem. What if the guards aren't looking to arrest us? What if they decide to cut to the chase and try to kill us on sight?"