Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160415210622

"Wonderful." Lyle sighed.. having now calmed down, despite the sudden sickness he was feeling. It wasn't too bad, at the moment. "So.. to get to the nearest island to here, we'll have to make a 45 degree turn... er.. clockwise, yes." The boy glanced around... having forgotten how to turn a rowboat. While his mind scrambled to figure out how to do so, his attention turned to the golem.

"So wait.. back at the dock, you just crawled from beneath the water.. I know you don't breathe, but.. given your composition, wouldn't you rust, being submerged for so long?" Mel answered the question for him, patting Dread's chest firmly.

"It'll take more than a salty old ocean to do 'im in!" She announced with pride, flashing Lyle an unsettling, toothy grin. "Dread 'ere is the kinda golem that could cleave Dragons in two with a mean glance, heheh!" Obviously an exaggeration.. but Lyle took it seriously.

"Wait.. you... you can cut things with your eye?" Lyle stared at Dreadnaught in amazement.. his mind having come to the conclusion..

"DOES THAT MEAN YOU CAN SHOOT LASERS OUT OF THAT EYE!?"