Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160202094737

The man gave out a burly chuckle. "The roses with the sharpest thorns smell the strongest, I bet. So you are also a man that sits most of the day kneeling at a person in the clouds, what could a bookdrooler like you have possibly done to end up in here? Forget a phrase from your book? Start a ritual to the wrong Diety? Or did you take it too far with that man's little girl?"

He raised his arms up and flung them down, letting their weight pull him onto both feet. "Women and sleaseballs, they always get you behind bars somehow huh?" With a grin he walked to the window and peered outside. Seeing the soft glow of torches here and there move through the town below. "At least you get some fresh self-soiled air in here."