Percyous:Ive had a broken rib before, amazing that three of his majesty's healed faster than one of mine, isn't it?
James:Would you rather be a servant for a lord or be a lord and have your own servants and more gold than you can count?
James:Fine, if you want to stay like this and eventually loose a hand for stealing and remain at the bottem of them food chain then be my guest. Hope you relize your mistake when you are still doing this In fifty years, *gets up and turns to leave*
Angel -While walking a man appears beside me- Man: Did you Kill him yet? Angel: Give me time! Man -Slaps Angel, then stops her- Your family is running out of air, so unless you dont finish the job, they die Angel -I glare at him- Fine -Then I walk away