Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170506191948/@comment-26545936-20170507173820

She raises a hand to your nose... and flicks it with a single finger.

"Fair folk 'CRUNCH, CRUNCH.' of nightmares and emotions. 'CRUNCH, CRUNCH.'

Her tongue whenever finished with a food, sloppily reaches over and grabs another thick slab of cooked meat and drags it back into her gaping maw.

"We would have seen alot of displaced treasure then... but there is none that is displaced, we are perhaps the first to explore this place Sir Whiskey."

Behind the throne is a large hall, leading off into darkness with a single faint light of flame in the far off distance.