Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170403223152/@comment-27097330-20170429142003

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Rider's mouth curls into a contemptuous smile.

'Well, now that formalities are out of the way...' he says as he flicks his spear into a fighting stance. '...what do you say to us starting?' "Not much for small talk I see. Berserker." The man materializes, tomahawks in hand. "Show our friend how we do things in the new world."

(Btw guys Pat and I have been collaborating on servant identities so if one of us knows it expect the other to know as well.)