Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160930192835/@comment-26517142-20161003185913

Orynx: Not just one. (Gestures to the pasture filled with Mamono) A chockfull of them.

Sparia bows at them curtly. "Whatever your business is, you are most certainly welcome in our humble. Please. Make yourselves comfortable.

As she spoke, the ground rumbled beneath them. From out of the blue sprouted a huge tree with dense foliage and glistening fruits on its branches. Stumps popped below, giving them comfortable seats.

Planeswalker: Thank you Milady Sparia. Now, we...

Sparia: Seek the Soil of Sol? I am aware. (to Firtz) Is that not your goal?