Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190601225408/@comment-37523810-20190608050459

The Oni smith leaned over to study Fayard’s armor, squinting at it and feeling the tears and dents. “Tsk tsk, quite a fight you got into.” She then straightened and nodded. “I think I can repair it, but I am not too familiar with Western armor and their exact properties, so it may take some time.”

As if on cue, the ship started creaking dangerously. The Hinezumi stumbled over to the Jinko, trying to lift her over her shoulder.

As Elias neared the tent, Yara’s half-stifled yelps and cries came into earshot. Opening the flaps of the infirmary, he saw the Wyvern biting down hard on a rag to get through the pain as one of the clerics began probing the crippled wing for any unseen bone fractures.

Roran fidgeted with his instrument as he spoke. “Lady Ainyl said that she has eyes on a man who she has chosen to be her husband. Would you happen to know about any of that?”

“Oh, Arch Magus,” Mayumi put down the plates she held before taking the items that Vez’nan was carrying. “Please, you don’t have to do this work. You can leave it to me.”

The Blue Oni sighed as she continued to pack. “I appreciate you and your master’s hospitality, Miss Beatrice. But I cannot stay. I have been healed as much as I need, and I do not wish to occupy your home when it is already as full as it is.”

The palace at the top of the hill that the city was build upon stood tall over the rest of the landscape, the large gong above its tower hanging from its rack. Menagerie saw the palace’s wooden doors were painted green and red as the golden rims and handles glistened in the sun.