Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170619021036

Illyagrine's expression doesn't change a bit, despite the conversation turning against her Elvish sensibilities. Before she can speak, however, Cyndwella mouths off.

"Sure, but anybody can bump fuzzies anywhere. That doesn't necessarily make it different.  Yes, it's special.  But you know what's even more special?  A gargantuan palace with sprawling gardens and a pool the size of a lake and armies of servants and every kind of decadence your mind can imagine, hehehehe!" She turns upside-down again.

"It seems we are close to catching the culprit, or perhaps one of them," Melandil says to Baku, with a nonchalance akin to commenting on the weather. Honditar breaks into a grin.

Thomas looks around. "But, a Dark Elf, here? What---"  as he speaks, Melandil puts his hand on his shoulder again.

"Patience, my son," he says. "Eilion will come to her findings shortly." Bale frowns and rubs his beard.

"I don't like this. Not one bit.  We still got at least one more group t' show up, maybe two, and that'll make it that much harder t' find these fools."

As Lilrava moves about, Eilion steps from the bushes.

"You're a bit far from the crowd, aren't you?" She asks, not hiding the suspicion in her voice. "The wedding is about to start. You certainly don't want to be late."