Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28718853-20180128152149

(S9/Doc/Table) Despoina nods and says, "Honestly, I think we should have just focused our efforts on some of the weaker Reds first and worried about Marcus later. Then again, imagine the destruction he could have done if we hadn't kept him occupied."

She looks to Eotherd and says, "And thank you very much for your compliment. You're a skilled warrior yourself and...sorry about that berserk potion from earlier, we kinda had our backs against a wall there and the situation was growing desperate."

The mosquito's face flashes red with embarassment.

Lumbre turns her head in Evylyn's direction with her interest peaked and asks, "Three Hellhounds? What did they look like?  What weapons were they carrying?"

(S9/Reby) Rix doesn't say anything, but instead faces away from the Werewolf with an expression that reads, "See, was that so hard?"

Forjod takes in the story that Reby has told him, and after a bit of a choke in his voice he replies, "I'm...sorry that you had to go through all of that. But hey, it must feel good to have finally gotten that off of your chest right?"

A weak grin forms on his face against his will. He didn't want to display that smile, but he couldn't think of any other way to show Reby that he understood.

(S9/Cornhole Tables) Xinderas takes the bag from Clarabelle and examines it for a moment. She then tosses it to the opposing table. It lands right beside the hole with only a corner of it hanging in. She turns to Clarabelle and says flatly, "No good."