Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-25808351-20190824184423

Marcus growled as Jorge once more disappeared. “Oh I’ll be there. Now I’ve got the motivation I need....”

“Schmoopy? Schmoopy?!” A voice calls from the lantern that carries Wisp fire.

“Yeah Cynd, what’s up?” Marcus replies picking the lantern up.

“The fuckin ceiling you meatheaded fuck. Where are you?” Cyndwella barks, the flame of the lantern brightening and fluctuating with the emphasis of her voice.

“I’m camping out, Jorge just showed up and now-“

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, don’t do no stupid shit and get home. Bring the puddin cup with you if it comes down to it. Ne’zon doesn’t need a stiff ass Order prick mucking up her life.” Cyndwella continues her uncouth tone.

“We’ll see Cynd. Jorge claims things are different, that’s he wants to set things right.” Marcus sets the lantern down while packing up his belongings.

“I’ll believe that when the Grand Speaker Of The Order’s Council is caught getting a bj from a Baphomet!” Cyndwella’s voice scoffs.

“It’s worth checking out. If only for Ne’zon’s sake.” Marcus says while strapping his bedroll to the horse’s saddle.

“You’re too good for your own good. You dummyhead.” Cyndwella pouts.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Marcus grabs the lantern and saddles up.