CUT!

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...."