Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29710190-20170110224642/@comment-27661770-20170111210255

That conversation might be aborted. Two arguing voices rang out from down the hall.

"...and fer that, ye bloody knob-end bawheid-"

"Cain, I will be curt with you: do NOT insult me as such. If you must, keep it to casual ones. Like you Scotsmen are prone to. I did not walk all the way from the center of Rome to argue with you."

"Well, ye shouldn't've gotten us lost! Thought ye knew whatcha was doon'! I mean, bloody feck, Judas!"

"...it's better than yelling at your brother."

"DON'T YOU COME AT ME ABOU' MY BROTHER! 'S BAD ENOUGH WHAT I DID BUT YOU, YOU'SE THE WORST O' THE BLOODY LOT! YE BETRAYED THE SON OF GOD, YA BLOCK 'A STUPID! AND FER WHAT? FER COI- AUGH!"

"DO YOU NOT THINK THAT MAYBE I WAS DOING IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOUKLD LEAD TO A GOOD ENDING? THAT PERHAPOS IT WAS NOT SIMPLY GREED THAT MOTIVATED ME, BUT FALSE PROMISES OF PEACE, AND THAT I THOUGHT HIS BLOOD WOULD NOT BE SPILT? I'LL TELL YOU WHO'S THE KNOB-END AND WHO'S THE DAMNED FOOL THAT DESERVED TO HANG HIMSELF!"

The argument between the Scotsman- Cain- and the decidedly British-lexicon-using, Middle Eastern Judas- presumably, given the context, none other than Judas Iscarot- could be heard devolving into blows. And out stepped something. A charred skeletonk, in a damaged bomb suit. Evidently it hadn't helped.

The blue anteater groaned.

(And, as I was saying, if Legend allows, you might see Tiger Army forces aiding in battles now, against the heroes.)