Originally posted by RavelloHe started to slowly die, a bit every day, when the badger and his
63 pages thread? and he isn't even dead yet?
minion went out on a crusade against Bob. Today, the culprits sit at the
corner table of the roadside inn's pub, drinking ale and telling tall tales
of pillaging and rape in far away lands, while Bob lingers in his
deathbed, crucified by the piercing interrogations and hurtful words of a
pair of cowards.
