Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34358576-20180123220046/@comment-34358576-20180205214445

A week would go by. Lorainne and Alzair would get help at last. They had been saved. As they made their way to their island, they stopped at a small island village for supplies and such.

Riftvus would tap Grant in the shoulder, and hand him a chain. On the other end, was Miss Klondike, free of her cage. "You're up on baby sitting duty Grant. Give Miss Klondike a wonderful time."