Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160415203609

Lal? What a curious pronounciation for his name.. Lyle thought. He did stop his rowing briefly, to think about what lied East of these islands.

"Well I know the Zipangu mainland is to the east of here.. but we'd have to go really really far to get there. Otherwise, there's just more chains of islands.. some of them looked like they had ruins or dungeons on them.. but Alf would never let me go exploring.." He rolled his shoulders, getting back in his rowing motions. "I think heading back west will take us back to the Order continent.. northeast takes us to that creepy Misty place, right..? I mean, I'd check my map, but it's also pretty outdated.." Trying to get back on point, he kept on running his mouth with information.

"As for where we are now.. I know that Monsters roam these waters, except we did the rites to the Sea Bishop.. except we kinda did it out of proper sequence, so..!" He was sweating, now..

"So yeah! I think the wisest option would simply be to find another island that's got spelunking potential, but whaddya know? There isn't an Alf here to stop us from spelunkin! It's great, in a way! Except I feel like I'm out of a job! An-"

"Alright alright, scamp!" Mel cut in, a look mixed between annoyance and worry on her face. "Take yourself a breather.. let Fancypants do the decision makin' for ya.." Lyle took a deep breath, shaking his head briefly.. before sniffling a bit. It wasn't apparent to Mel, or even Lyle.. but he was starting to feel seasick.. the nausea would kick in sooner or later, but would be warmed up by anxiety, first.

"My pants are fancy, too!" Lyle lashed out in verbal retaliation, huffing up. Despite seeming nauseous.. there was nary a trace of taint of corruption within Lyle's essence...