Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170704042243/@comment-26517142-20170721032315

"I see....so it depends on the individual." The Phanfasm seems to bend down in thought. A few moments later, she nods slowly. "If you can.....then please do. I will compensate your mate with the amount of clothing she will supply me."

Jeiel turns to her. "Amount --? How much are going to ask her?"

Ravel doesn't give two cracks at the thought of looking at him. "Enough for the people of my realm." She stops. "That is the place you seek." The castle of the Whiz emerges in the horizon. 

On Jeiel's end he just sweats from the side of his face and looks at Isaac. "So you really plan to meet her like that? That opens you to humour. Her kind of thing."