Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-25828117-20181222221516

The pistol; William's pistol was indeed trained on the back of Kheiro's head. The barrel but a few inches away from the madman's cranium. poised to release a bullet that would end it all before he even realised what had happened. Perhaps a fitting end to one so verbose and theatrical as he.

And yet, William hesitated. He was no hero. Self-sacrifice wasn't why he was doing this.

Kheiro felt something cold hit his temple.

"No sudden movements." A disembodied voice coldly said from behind him. Closeby, but there was nobody there.

"We are going to walk out of here. And continue our conversation somewhere quiet."

"If you refuse, I will make peace with the fact that I'll have to go for the second best price in all of this..."