Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160831215055/@comment-26383377-20160909160700

"Talk about a bad audience..." Calthor groaned. He raised his arm "kill the wounded ones, they're useless. Take the healthy ones to the dungeons, we ship them to Thyrinka tomorrow at dawn." He walked down into the dungons as the soldiers obeyed the orders. Dragging th healthy soldiers away and killing off the wounded.