Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20190104013234

(Jester) Roda leads Jorge on a long journey throughout the castle. A path that trails through grand halls, galleries, dining rooms, studies and social areas. Finally after what feels like hours of walking, they make it to the main hall lobby and the doors are opened for them. The two walk down the road and through the first gatehouse, guards at complete attention of their posts. They continue further to the second level within the castle’s outer wall. Their Prad is treated to a far more lively sight.

It is a bustling city much like that of any other. Moderate homes and buildings are cramped together but in solid condition. Streets are free of homeless and while some people move from shop to shop, others are in the street laughing, conversing and dancing to the music of a street preforming instrumental team. Torches burn bright, along with lamps hung from clothing line overhead, covering the streets in a warm orange glow.

Roda giggles at the storybook picture and grabs hold of Prad’s hand. Suddenly the group transitions into a jaunty tone that revs up the energy, and the crowd begins to hasten their dance. The crowds spin and twirl around one another as women laugh, men shout and children clap along. All manner of groups could be seen amongst this happy gathering. From Succubi to Elves, normal human men and women. All participating in random street entertainment.

“You know how to dance Prad?” Roda looks at with a smile.