Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190630083104

The three guards averted their eyes from Benvolio in shame. After a slight pause, one of them felt brave enough to speak up.

"...'Though to be fair, they wuz only non-lethal heads wif dat special paralysis stuff on 'em!"

The other two nod and murmur in agreement with their denser yet somehow recollective colleague. Drenn grumbles to himself before he continues his story.

"Yes, well, Grand Theft was the least of his crimes! After these guards threw him out like the trash he is, I was more than generous enough to give him and his mother another week to cough up the missing coin or have them both be arrested for felony tax evasion. He threatened my life before he left the scene."

"I didn't threaten your life, I said 'you're going to regret this you fat bald bastard! Just wait till the Lords learn of you extorting the townsfolk for your own gain!'"

"Bastard? HA! The only one deserving of that title is you, half-breed!" Drenn mocks the boy before continuing, "anyways, about an hour later as I was recounting the money for accuracy...

You mean, 'Pocketing the excess you charged'...

"When suddenly he jumps onto my desk wearing that mask of his, kicks a bottle of wine into my face, and runs off with the money!"