Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-25808351-20170401035446

Marcus slumps over the bar and groans in frustration. "Oi, what the fuck am I supposed to say ta her Bran?" He sips his glass of straight rum. Brando silently cleans a mug as he thinks.

"Cyndwella isn't the easiest lass to be with, figured that out the day she strolled in here." Brando says as he spits into a mug.

"What are ya, a fuckin expert on women now?" Marcus scoffs.

"No, but I've seen all types come through here Marcus. Cyndwella is different. Yes she is unlike any other, but she moves all the same. She wants a man who will pamper and spoil her, but not kiss her ass. She needs a man tough enough to handle her, but patient enough to understand her. She'll put you through hell boy and you must weather it." Brando says while scratching his mustache.

"Yer shit at talking to her, Cyndwella ain't no stary-eyed whore you find in some five coin shithole. She's a REAL woman. You fucked a promise made to her? Pick her some flowers and offer her a drink, she'll forgive ya in an instant.... maybe." Brando pulls away from the bar.

Marcus leaves and mounts his horse, his mind races with the thoughts of seeing Cyndwella.