Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200917013420

(Flame/Hound)

As they wait, Hyngwar's eyes flow over the room. Being new to the world of the Maou, she---like most of the others in her group---has had little experience with Mamono outside of the kingdom of Frossenbjan; even less so due to her relative newness. The sheer variety of people both fascinates and checks her. She has never seen such diversity.

"Tere's a löt of ënergy aböut this plæce," Hyngwar says to Cirelle, who is only half listening. "Tat löt, över dere. Tat one vïs der blondt hair ïs someting else.  Smëlls like a dämn pövverful vvampire.  De öther vone as vvell, the vøne drësst like a dandy." She looks at Imperia and Aleric, respectively.

"Mmm. Yes." Cirelle answers dully, picking at a cube of cheese.

Finn, meanwhile, has noticed the Apophis, and is equally shocked at her appearance. Deciding on discretion, he keeps his reaction in check and approaches her.

"Hello, there. You look as lost as I feel." He gives her a friendly smile.

Arlmar watches him like a hawk, keeping out of Finn's immediate sphere, but readying himself for any trouble.