Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140713184011/@comment-17114085-20140823014017

Harold walked up to Irnskar Ironhand. "Hey, can you forget Octieve's debt?"

"Debts are debts. Either he pays them, or his kind do." Irnskar replied.

"He's an old man. Let it go." Harold said persuasively.

"Fine. You sound like a priest of Mara, but I get your point. Tell him to forget about the gold." Irnskar sighed.