Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160805020954

"Yes, let's," Ibrahim growls, unhappy with the still-riled Dwarves. "I'm in no mood for jokes."

"Sure, son, sure. The lads are just blowing off some steam.  They'll be settled soon enough," Bale says as they go to collect Lucida.

Praetor continues to back away as the Dwarves continue to move forward.

"Oh, so you don't know how to talk to ladies, do you?" one of the Dwarves says. "Well, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't involve PICKING THEM UP BY THE FACE!"

One of the others pipes up. "Oh, I don't know about that.  I met this fairy once who liked it when - "

"OI, SHUT IT, TORYG!"

Melandil walks with the others. He sighs. "Dwarves are a paradox.  They love to fight, and yet, they're the most gregarious race alive.  How they've survived this long is a mystery to me."

"Bones of brass and balls of steel, your kingship," Dee says.

Lucida slides up and clings to her father. Melandil smiles at her. "Hello, Lucida.  I'm glad to see you reunited with your father." Lucida only nods as they continue down the hallway.