Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20160116002259/@comment-25975584-20160116021533

The Lord of Minas Morgul wrote: Belecthor puts down one of his suitcases, waiting for a staff member to come over. While he waits, he looks over at the young man, and grips his sword hilt at his belt. He brought it for memories and potential self-defense, only for the worst possible outcomes. "What do you want, Wood Pulp*? Come to bother me? Come to show some guts, and fight me? Come to gawk, and wonder about the great warrior I resemble? If any of these things, then go right ahead. If not, then kindly quit staring." He continues to sharpen the knife, occasionally checking it's sharpness on it's blade.