Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160823235349

Melandil draws his sword and steps forward. Ibrahim raises his hand as of to hold the lightning bolt again, but Lucida is too distracted to focus on him. He looks at his hand in frustration, but before he can say anything, Alcamarie speaks.

"Ahahaha!  Are you so hasty, precious lord De'Sange?  Come now, there is no need. Even with the Golem, it would not be enough for you to reach the Crucible, much less rescue me.  Although, I am flattered by your effort.  If only I had known you long ago...but alas.  Even still, it would be...amusing if you were to find me before the Hound did.  His father is now quite...disappointed in him." She sighs.