Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190223071548

(Jester) “Well then get going you foolish boy.” Roda nuzzles against Prad’s face. Suddenly the Werewolf sniffs the air and notices a burning smell. She jumps to the woodstove and works frivolously to quell the burning eggs. “Oh dang it all! I got this, it’s okay!” She laughs nervously.

“Prad! Go speak to Lord Armata!”