Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190714010658

"Wise words." Azkadia said as she threw both Nardu and Repter a can of her 'Smoke Coffee'. "Have some. It'll keep you lot awake while we take. This workshop has a nasty curse of making your mind wander when you're not focused. Anyway.. you're here about the rumours of a Wiccen war, mm?"

Anastasia : (grumbles) How come I don't some of that?

Azkadia eyes the TickTock with a raised eyebrow. "You're  a Automaton-slash-Living Doll. You don't have to worry about that issue - you don't have that biological  response. Also... too young for it. Nope." She looks to the group in its entirety. "Alright. Go on. Tell me what's up - I'm listening. The reason why we can't talk up there is because we might just rouse up some of the ones we wouldn't want to eavesdrop on us. I'm sure you'd all agree to that."

After hearing Nardu's summed response on the matter at hand, Azkadia places a hand on her chin. "Alright, now that makes a lot of sense. A brewing war among Wiccen and the only precedence in the middle is the idea of the Wanes Witches still on Oz's good side. " Azkadia adds. "Well...as far as I know I'm...siding with no one here. But... I am on the run. (Smiles faintly, scratching the side of her cheek) It's...a long story."