Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-27824864-20160622162226/@comment-26814804-20160628215304

Iram looked at Vivienne. He drew his sword and dropped it on the ground, blade-first. It sank down to the hilt into the floor under it's own weight.

"This baby couldn't put a scratch in that door. You can try, sweetheart, but you aren't getting anywhere."

He turned toward Michael.

"Nobody's dying. We're gonna be fine. Sure, it's hot in here. But we'll be fine."

He laughed.

"Well, we've got time on our hands, unless 18 over there is actually able to knock down the door. So, which one of us should talk about our tragic backstory first."