Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20200101222327/@comment-31296352-20200114051755

“Thank you kindly.” Maxon said, using his manners.

“Hey Caelia, we’re good to go. Let’s head off.” He called out.

“Okay!” The Wyvern called back happily, before leaving the store with him; but not before giving the undead shop-keep a polite bow before exiting.

Once outside the store, Caelia caught up to Maxon.

“So, is that everything we need?” She asked, raising a brow.

“I think so? I can’t seem to think of anything else.” He replied, going over a checklist in his mind. “So if we fail now; we were doomed to do so.” He sated flatly.

“Hehe, if you say so.” She giggled, before her expression turned grim. “Though ‘failing’, would probably mean ‘dying’.” She added.

“Gods, Caelia! You don’t need to remind me alright?! That’s why I wanted to prepare properly.

Now then, you get to carry the potions.” He said, holding the bag of said potions out to her.

“Hey! How come I have to carry the potions?” She whined.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“What?”

“Well, let’s see: I’m wearing heavy armor, I’m carrying the pack full of all our supplies, I’m shouldering a leather bag loaded with coin, while also shouldering a composite shortbow with a quiver full of arrows, plus a longsword at my waist and this glaive!

You, being several times stronger than me, can shoulder some burden and carry the potions, methinks.” Maxon stated coldly.

“Yeah, but when we’re flying, I have to carry all of that, plus you!” The Wyvern shot back.

But she then winced when Maxon leaned in close, as she saw his green eyes glaring at her through the eye-slits of his helmet.

“Okay, okay……sorry.” She said softly, taking the bag while bowing apologetically.

“Right, thank you.” Maxon said, satisfied. “Now then, we need to see where this beasty is; how far away, and which way to go.” He said, pulling out the quest paper to see what it said.