Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-37523810-20190320181457

The clerics entered the tents behind him. He saw one of the lieutenants speaking with some Orderite soldiers by the tent being used as a portable headquarters. Perhaps he would know where Jonah went.

(Actually, that would be better. I don’t want Elias to be campaigning in the north by himself. I’ll place Ace’s character up there. Thanks for the suggestion, Cupcake.)

“For one, hunting Mamono in Zipangu is forbidden. You don’t seem to be from around here, but killing is only done in self defense here. If it’s a fight you want, go to an arena.” The Oni took the gauntlets and placed the on the table, inspecting them as she spoke. “Secondly, Hellhounds aren’t very common in Cyrzure Isle. This place is ice cold, so if you think you’ll find a heat-bound Mamono around in these parts, you’ve got another thing coming.”

The wrasse must’ve scared off the smaller fish, since nothing else seemed to bite at the bait. He might have to wait a bit longer.

The whispering seemed to be coming from the cabinets on the wall, or what was left of them anyway. Mostly. just shattered plates and bowls and wooden splinters.

“...Okay.” Yuna was obviously troubled by the topic, so putting it aside might be for the better.

“Alright... t-thank you...” Roran slowly closed his eyes and kept still.