Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-5290299-20140128012750

Zaffre gawked at Black, slamming her heel onto Black's foot.

"LEARN SOME RESPECT ALREADY!!!" Her voice carried like a thousand rampaging Beowolves. Her patience with the huntsman was growing thinnner every second. He was fine the first few days, yes he disobeyed Melira, but now he was being rude and impolite, something she didn't tolerate. Then again, she only tolerated him once she got to know him.

"Should we tell her about my work as a weaponsmith at Beacon?" Zaffre asked the team leader. "It would clear up another misunderstanding and save you from being hit again." The girl smiled at the thought of Urdin being wacked on the head with a spoon, something she found to be mildly entertaining.