Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140713201717/@comment-24942837-20140713210134

Samuel bitterly scowled when Vaniel said Jyggalag, and when Maren laughed he could barely contain himself in a discreet order. He moved over to the corner of the group, beside Altair. He noticed he was carrying his hand, and then he told Altair, "Unwrap your stub, and put your hand right on it. I'll heal it." the Assassin didn't oblige, and Samuel used a healing spell on him. The two combined, first making a huge stitch around it, then turning into a scar, then not even a scar was there. Altair calmly said, "You seem troubled with the child of Hermaeus Mora, and that of his... colleague. Might I ask an explanation?"

"None of your business, old man."

"Very well. I respect your privacy." After that there was an akward silence until Octavian came over and tried small talk with the Sorcerer.

"So, what'd you think of Coldharb-"

"I hated the place, you numbskull."

"Oh... what d'you think of the new hal-"

"I think there's too many."

"Okay... well, I-"

"Look, I see you're trying some effort to talk to me, but just... go away. Silence is needed to restore order. That's an order, Private."

Octavian hung his head dejectedly and walked over to the main part of the group again. Altair asked him, "You have a fiery hate. I do wish to know-"

"Because people ask me dumb questions they know I won't answer."