Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26295802-20151110011740/@comment-27718380-20151110021009

The man eyes Idril up. 'Oh. You.' His eyes narrow, and the pleasantness in his voice is gone. 'Give me my due, that which you stole so long ago.' Idril draws out a dagger, to enforce her demands. The man hastily pulls out a large bag of gold. 'Will… will this cover it?' 'It'll do. For now.' Idril swaggers out, and visits the small hospital. She applies for a job, and leaves for the house.