Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26593284-20151125173617/@comment-25908355-20151125195250

Sard grabs onto a wall and sees a yellowish figure in a cell.

Sard's mind: Must be him...

Sard walks up to the cell, trying to act natural.

Sard: Who're yer, prisn'er?

He says with the best accent he could muster.

The prisoner cowers in fear.

Pyrite: Pyrite! Pyrite! I'm Pyrite! I'm innocent, I swear!