Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160818194620/@comment-26383377-20160819000607

Arthus had enough of this talk. he walked up to her, his sword on her throat at this point. "Dock. The. Ship." He hoped that this would be enough to convince her. He was not a judge, not a jury, and not an executioner. It was not his place to decide her fate, or wether she was guilty or innocent. But if she would resist his commands further. He had no choice but to spill some blood.