Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-25808351-20191209232226

@Everyone: “Chortels?” Marcus responds with a confused look.

“It means laughter, you dull dingo.” Cyndwella snorts.

“Oh, right. Uh, let’s see. Ellived, the one that turned into the freaky ass thing in the arena? Yeah, gotta give the guy props. He made me sweat a bit. Too bad we could go all out, would’ve liked to see him without restraint.” Marcus chuckles.

Meanwhile Renwick listens intently to all of this, his eyes scanning each table member with a keen eye for details.

“Oh no you don’t, Schmoopy! No more over the top slug fest from you! You have 4 daughters and 2 more on the way! Little bar fights don’t bother me, but building breaking mosh pits? NO WAY!” Cyndwella shouts as she picks up a small piece of her omelette and tosses it at Marcus, who ducks under the table.

“Obstinate meathead....” Cyndwella grumbles.

Marcus slowly rises up from under the table, like a soldier from a trench. When he sees Cyndwella busy eating her breakfast, he reclaims his seat.

“Ya see?” Marcus scoffs.