Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161115220049

Margrit grabbed hold of her nephew by his dress shirt and swiftly slammed him down to the ground and with a low growl whispered into his ears. "Some times Flint we have to do things we don't like. But in this case I'll be the one to do it. It wouldn't be my last time killing people. But you will help the captives getting them out to safety. That is a order fallow it to the letter." Margrit said as she let go of her nephew she took a deep breath and sighed and waited for the patrol to leave before fallowing behind them as quitly as she could.