Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160721185731/@comment-28358106-20160721233826

Asja approaches the nearest Hanuman. "Begging your pardon," she drones, her voice just barely leaving off the "but not really" at the end of those three words, "Is there a receptacle, check-in desk, or perhaps a listless bellboy I may deposit this parcel with?  Answer either yes or no, if you please, and act accordingly.  I've no time for histrionics. "  She looks over her glasses at the unfortunate Hanuman.