Dragoncrest Cliffs The Rules of Fight Club

"I am not saying we gang upon him right this very moment," Merlin defended himself, having not expected Njord to act all mature and grown-uppy to his somewhat humorous suggestion. Didn't he see the mental image of, how cool it would be? "But that's one of the goals we can keep in mind, while we train to be strong and awesome," he shot his friend a sheepish grin. Admittedly - the idea of training with his pal seemed more tempting than the destination they were heading towards.

"And Coon said that had she been in Valmua's place and her brother had done something like this to her date, she would have ripped off his balls personally," he said, trying to make the argument valid. "Did she even step in to stop him? Has she coome by to apologize?" he asked. It was not that he wanted to make a demon out of the woman, but, if she had not done anything to save Njord's skin, then did she deserve him at all?