Jarret kicked down the door and charged in. Kvelk was standing near the window.
“Knocking is generally considered polite before entrance…”
He turned around, a hand on the hilt of his sword.
Jarret growled as he point his blade towards the man.
“Remember two years ago – the silversmith and his family that you murdered? They were my family. You will pay for all the lives you’ve taken.”
Kvelk smoothly drew his sword, a faint grin on his scarred face.
“Oh, it’s you…”
Craig slapped the script down on the floor.
“Great flapping bloomers- CUT! Ted, the line is ‘So, it’s you…‘. We can’t keep reshooting this all day!”
Ted sheathed the sword and shook his head ruefully.
“Yeah, yeah… So, it’s you… got it, I promise….”