Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-28718853-20191104170816

(Hound)

"Well, Marcus is a fighter, so it's expected that he'll be drawn to the arena like a Beelzebub to a man's sweat errr..." Forjod stops for a moment to contemplate what he just said before he continues, "So ummm...how's Roxanne doing?"

As he eats a few pieces of his Wellington, Mythria empties the rest of her wine into her mouth and makes her way over to Samia and Forjod. "I'm in no danger Mom," Forjod says with a chuckle.

"Didn't say you were. Just wanted to make sure you weren't hitting on Mr. Jaghund's Desert Beauty," Mythria jokes and Forjod snickers saying, "Mom, come on!"

Mythria then dusts her shoulder and asks, "So honey, would you like me to fetch you a glass of water?"

"Not at the moment," Forjod replies as he continues to eat his Wellington.

Mythria looks toward Samia and asks with a humorous smirk, "Shouldn't you be giving tasks to your Anubis and Sphinx servants?"