Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160115184508/@comment-26852465-20160116201123

"Eisphur just say. Eisphur questing!" He seemed a bit dismayed by her questioning, now turning around to face her. His face was mostly obscured by a long, thick beard. His eyes, stern and full of malevolence, seemed to soften as he realized who he was about to unleash his rage upon. He heaved a heavy sigh, unclenching his hands.

"...Mamoo. You... you Mamoo. Monster." He pointed at her, then back at himself. "Eisphur not looking for Mamoo of any kind.. Mamoo not helpful." Figuring she'd question him again, the barbarian brought a fist to his own chest.

"Me. Eisphur. Eisphur the Strong. On a quest. Quest to be the strongest man. Who you?" His speech was savage, and overly simplistic...