Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34358576-20180125235048/@comment-31192300-20180306065408

Lord Cecil is fetched to the room. "Oh dear, come here Ciela, my wife wants to rest, you can play with her another day." While Cecil is beckoning his pet Traven who is watching from a scryer acts on Valerie once again, whispering to the depths of her mind. Perhaps Cecil let the ocelot into her room himself to make her the butt of a joke that he intended to laugh about with his stuck up Order friends later.