Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-28718853-20191110030927

(Hound)

Forjod watches as an unamused Minotaur steps out of the lounge area dragging a skinny man dressed in a crimson dragon costume that appeared to be of a professional design in tow. He turns to his mother and asks, "Do you have faith in us?"

"I have faith in you as I do many of my other allies my dear," Mythria responds.

"I don't want to sound rude Mom, but it feels like you're just saying that to make me feel good," says Forjod.

A smirk forms on Mythria's face and she addresses her son, "Dear, if I didn't have faith in you your butt would be locked up in the manor. You may show promise as a fighter, but you still have a lot to learn and you're our son."

This time Mythria's smirk vanishes and both of her eyes narrow at Forjod, "The armies of the Demon Lord are mighty, but even the Order have inflicted losses on their strongest warriors. Never underestimate your enemy even if they are basic cannon fodder."

She looks to her husband and they both share a kiss though the manticore's is more passionate.

Forjod chuckles at the display and mutters, "You two should really get a room for that. We are in a public place after all."

"He's right honey," Urrack agrees and Mythria simply leans back and smiles at both of them.