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[color=ed1c24][b]Barnabas "Powderkeg" McFarland [/b][/color] and [color=fff79a][i]James "Jim" Riverwood[/i][/color]

Jim was moving towards his captain speaking in a soft whisper to him, "What shall we do captain?" He said his hand placed on his cutlass. If he was going to be captured which he would never allow, He would rather take down the royal guards to hell wit him. Barnabas meanwhile was returning form safely placing the drunken Ghaul in his quarters, Seeing his captain and favourite play thing surrounded by guards. 

"Hello you primitive screwheads, What seems to be your boggle?" He asked one of the guards with a big smile on his face.