
R'elend rolls his shoulders under the armor, a pleasant feeling of annoyance washing over him. Twenty years of guarding the Sagolii took something. out of a man, but this bitch's wailing put a spring in his step. Bitch was asking to get the shit kicked out of her, right? Couldn't nobody fill in a complaint for for that.
"I aint got shite to prove, ya great ugly whore. Not even worth telling the lads." He spits at her feet and walks forward, "Just ready to give you somethin to actually cry about."
"Now git lost to some alley and drink yourself to death." He looks up from a few feet away, "Gods you're ugly, a beating 'ight actually improve things."Â
He feels a presence behind him, and his eyes flick to the side to see a familiar face. It was that Flame, the one who had a discerning eye regarding the whore's of the city. Rare breed that, he remembered a lass who knew her whores, true soldier she was. He gives her a noncommital nod before returning to leer at the Roegadyn, no sense in jumping the giant before she even threw a punch.
"I aint got shite to prove, ya great ugly whore. Not even worth telling the lads." He spits at her feet and walks forward, "Just ready to give you somethin to actually cry about."
"Now git lost to some alley and drink yourself to death." He looks up from a few feet away, "Gods you're ugly, a beating 'ight actually improve things."Â
He feels a presence behind him, and his eyes flick to the side to see a familiar face. It was that Flame, the one who had a discerning eye regarding the whore's of the city. Rare breed that, he remembered a lass who knew her whores, true soldier she was. He gives her a noncommital nod before returning to leer at the Roegadyn, no sense in jumping the giant before she even threw a punch.