Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170417012540/@comment-26545936-20170417020810

"Pork." The old man starts.

"And lots of it." The bull-headed humanoid finishes, both takes a seat at one of the tables. Rogath somewhat barely able to fit.

Shira growls at Roland, teeth barred in savage fashion.

"Most we listen to this one Oscar? I can knock him out, take his gear, tie him up to some trees and let the WOLVES take care of him!"