Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180302042104

(S9) "Yeah, but...but..." Rotha starts, but trails off once Evylyn changes the subject.

Meanwhile, Eothred's eyes bulge, his face reddening. He can't help but stare at Evylyn's nude body. He's beginning to wonder exactly what he missed, and if he really was drunk enough to miss those two, he would swear alcohol off forever.

"...Are you absolutely sure I didn't do anything last night?" He says.

"No!" Rotha say, suddenly stamping her foot an pouting, making her boobs jiggle nicely. "I already told you! You were so drunk, there was no way we would have taken advantage of you!"

"Gods damn..." He mutters, rubbing the back of his head and looking down. He was clearly going to have to make a decision. On one hand, if he became an Incubus, it would completely undo everything he'd been working towards for the last two years. He would likely just drift off and abandon his quest, which he absolutely would not do. He couldn't. Not after so long, after all his hard work.

But on the other hand, he would need help once he got to the Hard Roads. As much as he wanted to be the lone knight, questing against impossible odds, he knew that as able as he was and as many victories he's had since he left his country, a great deal of it was blind luck and he was fortunate that he hadn't been killed, or worse.

He decides that he's getting tired of close calls and long nights alone.

He pauses then looks up, and sighs, looking defeated in more ways than one.

"All right, look," he says, holding his hands up, "If what you say is true, then you need to know that I'm going south---"

"To Whitemarch, then to the Capitol! You already told us," Rotha says, perking up. "I know the way. Been there plenty of times.  We can take you!"

She spins Evylyn around and presents her, momentarily forgetting that she's still nude.