Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180129213608

(S9/Flame/Table) Eothred points at Despoina. "Oh, you're absolutely right. We could have swept the battlefield and nothing would have stopped us.  We could've gotten so many points that nobody would've caught up, until that Jaghund and his bastard Vampire friend broke the rules and came after us.  Damn good thing we got cash prizes or I would've had a thing or two to say."

Eothred huffs until his tankard is filled by Rotha. "Thank you, love," he says cheerfully before he takes another drink.

"And don't worry about that potion," he says, chuckling as he wipes his mouth. "It could have been anything and it wouldn't have mattered. We still lost."

"The tournament, maybe. Gained a whole lotta friends, though," Rotha says grinning as she gives Lumbre's chair a playful push with her foot.