Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-27550231-20190724165039

"What? He wasn't treating me like garbage. He's just a rough guy with a tough personality! If anyone would have gotten along with him I thought you would."

Ne'zon pushed the cart along the back alley away from the warehouse to the exit down a ways.

"And what am I going to do about the tables and chairs? The mistress is going to ask me where I got them If I lie she's going to be surprised when we return them! Either they'll think that I stole them from the warehouse or stole them from elsewhere! Ughhhh! I'm going to have to apologize and then they're going to have to send someone else to pick up my extra work! First I was late then the fight, then I was banned from the prancing pony and now I can't even finish my own work!"

Ne'zon dropped to the ground and began to sob as the grains of sand became a mountain of problems in her mind.