Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180213023437

Jorge shuts his mouth as the little dark elf falls into the barrel, ale seeps off of his armor.

"Hold that thought..."

He reaches into the drink and pulls out Lilrava by the neck/shoulders like a puppy. With one hand still on Thomas's back he shook the dark elf over the splintering barrel then dropped her onto the floor, leftover beer oozing off of her.

"Who are you?"