Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190613061357

The man rubbed some leaves of a rather foul smelling plant on himself to better hide from the Hellhound's nose before silently climbing across branches to spy on the group, his interest peaked. He finally arrived about thirty feet above them, hidden in the branches. Beck was over by their tree, waiting for the signal to either get him out of there, or go get help from his gang, The Grey Hoods.

(Whoopsies! Almost forgot!)

Mirabelle beamed at her mentor's praise, her tail creating its own whirlwind somewhere in the world. "Oh but I do! I do want to continue to pursue magic!" She ducked down when Monica shot the fountain of fire upwards. "We're still in the wagon!"

(Question, are these covered or open roof wagons? I always thought they were roofed.)