Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190523025145

Ophelia grows visibly uncomfortable while the clown stares at her.

"So, they haven't changed have they? Still rushing into the fray of things instead of taking the time to appreciate the finer things in life. The miserable fleabags..." Pir'e mutters recalling her interactions with them.

"From what I know, we've got an entire facility of mamonos being used as a makeshift army. Until Jeiel wakes up, that's all we're going to have on the ground." I explain.