Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-28718853-20191106143632

(Hound)

"Makes sense," Mythria responds with a simple nod.

All of a sudden, the Satyros from earlier jumps on the back of Mythria and wails drunkenly, "What do you mean we're not allowed there!? We always liven up the party!"

With an unimpressed expression, Mythria warns the belligerent drunkard, "If you don't get off of me right now I'm going to prick you."

"Sheesh lady! You and your butt buddies need to lighten up a little!" the Satyros groans as she slips off of the manticore's back and walks away.

Mythria smirks and rolls her eyes. Just then she notices Urrack laughing at her from the bar. Her smirk widens and she playfully raises her tail in his direction, causing him to shut himself up. Mythria then returns her attention to Forjod and Samia and says, "Looks like we got a long night ahead of us."