Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160730035053

Praetor turns to go up the steps...and she doesn't follow.

"Heh, yeah.  Why don't you do that, boy?" She spins her axe around and plants it into the ground, stepping on the neck of the blade and leaning on the haft. She smiles. "Come on down here and give little me a hand,  would you?  You might want to kneel down, because I'm so short, yeah?"

As Praetor starts to reply, he hears a noise behind him. Lucida slides up, a look of dismay on her face, twiddling her hands. "W-what's happening, Sir Praetor?  Is everything all right?"

"Yer friend here was just coming down to give me a hand, girlie," Dee says. "Seems like he's not quite sure what to do now." She grins like a tiger.