Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160624174107

[I dunno...maybe her innocent intentions melted your defenses? :) ]

You head down to the dining room. Doc is there, getting ready to leave. Regina presides over a sullen Aegis as she, wearing an apron, scrubs some dishes. "Good morning, sir Praetor..." she drones, obviously hating her punishment chores. An equally sullen Lucida stands by the hallway, waiting to leave, but she visibly brightens when you enter. "Morning, sir Praetor!"

"I made you gent a traveling meal," says Regina. "I know you're in a hurry."

I straighten my belt and sling on a small satchel. "We'll be teleporting to the edge of town. Magic is strictly forbidden inside.  Ready?" I notice your look. "Something the matter?"