Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161229005007

As Brando talks, Cyndwella mixes together the concoction in the decanter, stirs it with the swizzler, and then lights its top with a burst of blue flame as if it were an oil lantern. She pours herself a drink and empties the snifter, pouring another as she wipes the phantom fire from her upper lip with a finger.

"And did these guys happen to mention a hunting trip, or anything of that sort? Anyone in this joint I could ask who might have listened in on them?" She crosses her legs. "I'm trying to find out where they are now. Heh."