Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180421131622/@comment-31192300-20180422131434

"Woah woah, slow down. Look, Let me fix us some cider and some food and we will discuss the details of this. Besides, a quick gulp of my hard cider might get us both in the mood."

Although not in the mood for patience the High Orc is still not one to pass up free food or alcohol so she accepts. As we eat she stares at me in a conceited way, as is she believes that there is nothing I can do to escape her. This annoys me and is going to make this next part even more sweet.

The high orc gulps down the rest of her cider and begins to look confused and worried as the paralytic poison I put in her mug begins to work. Once she is no longer able to move I drag her to a secret trap door and bring her into my cellar. Once inside I can smell a trickle of fear leaking out of her hard exterior as she sees my tools as well as the skeletons of those who entered my cabin before her. "Not even you are immune to fear." I say as I walk over to my tools, my mind brimming with ideas on how I am going entertain my newest guest.