Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180124092153/@comment-26108027-20180201201103

In the center of the arena is a crocodile, wearing nothing more than rags. There's a lion circling around him, calling out to the crowd. They seem to be shouting out suggestions in response, which the executioner dutifully carries out.

"Savages." Tiral mutters.