Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190822013152

(Everyone had already received their meals except for Leander. Also, he's ordering lobster......with red wine?)

The adventurer attacking Alex would feel something tap his shoulder three times before he turned around to see Sal standing behind him, her breasts and folded arms at eye level with the little man.

"You left without paying, and he still has to apologize to Brianna!"

Before the brute could say anything, Sal threw him up into the air with one hand like he was a small beanbag, and slammed a fist into his gut, folding him in half as he was buried shoulder deep into the pavement, silent, strained screams barely escaped him. She then walked over to the "White Rider" and pushed the mace off of him to the side before offering a hand to help him up.

"Unliftable doesn't mean you can't roll it away."

MEANWHILE

"Please sir!" Sylvia begs, "I promise, I won't get him into anymore trouble with the law! I'll keep my kleptomania in check! I'll do whatever you want! Please! I.......can't.......lose him!"

MEANWHILE

Hush growls in seething anger, both because of his failure to kill Leander at the mansion and over his now awake captive crying over being used as a human drink pouch and what hush did to him to get a new drinking horn.

"Pipe down! You'll live long enough without a stomach! And don't struggle so much! I don't need you losing more blood from pulling out your stitches!"

He takes another swig as he goes over everything that happened during the fight against Leander, what he did wrong, what would have worked better, etc. when suddenly what looked like the rump of a man in plate mail broke through the ceiling of the sewers.

"What the hell?"