Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170630203755/@comment-32404158-20170717213945

Dammit all to hell!! You can't talk to anyone around here without them trying to flirt with you! That holstuar is going to be the death of me. Halfway through a sentence, she'll interrupt me to ask if I can "milk her". "You have hands, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well then what's stopping you from milking yourself?" Every ten minutes. The salamanders I can talk to, they focus on combat rather than demon energy, but they don't seem to know anything about how the dead are treated.