Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160716194333

(Dang, man.  Y'all are an item!)

The three of you leave for the Estate. The Lizardman finishes the last piece of bread and wipes her mouth. The three of you walk on in silence for a bit.

You finally get a good look at the Lizardman. She isn't young, she looks to be thirty, perhaps older. She's tall---almost as tall as Hound, broad shouldered, with a muscular physique and an ample bust, her midriff showing. She wears tattered leather clothing with little armor; a single battered pauldron and a pair of greaves. Her arms are bare, and she has no traveling clothes. Her coloring isn't like a normal Lizardman ; she is swarthy and dark skinned, her shock of black-tipped red hair on her head flowing down on her brown-scaled shoulders. She might be a Salamander, except her tail hasn't any flames. She speaks with a cockney accent, saying "with" like "wiff" and "right" like "roight."

"You asked me earlier what my name was," she says, breaking the silence. "It's Dumpster.  Most call me Dump for short." She waits for the usual reaction. When she sees none, she continues. "I always liked them pretty names, like flowers.  The names them ladies always seem to have.  I always wondered what it'd be like to have one of them names." You notice that on both of her wrists the scales have been worn, like they've been rehealed numerous times.