Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190722030022

The 'little spy' was, to Repter's familiarity, the Candy-girl that he and the group met prior to their entry into the Duchess' palace. She was squirming underneath Repter's headlock, squeaking frantically, "SIR SIR SIR PLEASE don't KILL me! I'm just a little Candy-girl wench, HAVE PITY on me!! I didn't mean to alarm you!"

Upon taking off her helmet, Azkadia looks at her face at a close proximity before stating, "... well, you are a looker, as far as I am concerned. Why always tuck inside a helmet and suit of armor? Just want to be imposing for everyone to see?" She comments as she sits beside her.

Anastasia and the Duchess soon find their privacy at a balcony area, where they sat underneath a wide parasol and a table with refreshments. Anastasia tried not to make it look like she couldn't have another bite. "Anastasia, dear, can you be truthful to me for a moment?" Duchy said as she made a batch of hot tea. "Wh.. What is it, Duchy? Is it a girl thing you need from me?" Anastasia comments snidely, only for the Duchess to slide the tea cup in front of her with a gentle smile.

".... am I right to hear... that there is someone out to take the life of our beloved king?"

Elphabi looks towards Morgan as she said how the state of the farmland here was much like hers. Deciding not to further implicate on it she stashes her Wiccen broom into non-existence and walks ahead. "The weird thing... is that even the Scarecrows of the field and the fields up ahead are missing. Even though there are no viable crops to till... they should be staying right in the fields to keep an eye on it."

Glinda snips off more of the grass and creating a small bag that Albi can sling on her shoulder, she hands it to her with grass inside. "There you go. I'm sure you're hungry after everything you went through." said the Wiccen. As she looks ahead, Albi smells it.

The smell of grass burning.