Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20170411044637/@comment-24431359-20170517053313

Faraam makes a relieved sigh. Looks like he isn't really in danger...for now. However, as the two monster girls had saved him, he now owes them two debts. One for the rescue from the beach, and one for the escape from town. And as by his own standards, Faraam Kresnik is a man who never forgets to settle his debts. Although, the Templar found his current situation amusing, as other people would usually be the one owing him a debt, not the other way around.

The wind blows. Faraam grew a smirk on his face as he now has everything for today planned.

Now...he shall begin his soft first touches to the hearts and minds of the two adorable persons in front of him. He shall make this one of their most long lasting memories...

"Ahhh...a hill overlooking the entirety of the area we stay in. A cliche, but forever wonderful area for sharing the best of tales! Now, dear ladies, please take a seat on the soft grass, for only the story teller shall occupy the stage on his feet." Faraam declared, in the manner of a leading actor on a stage play.

"I have the both of you to thank for my current state, and thus, I, Faraam Kresnik, shall tell you both a tale of any lands of your choosing! Which ones would you like to hear about first? Shall it be the Mist Continent? The Northern Realms? Or shall we talk about Francais, the land that resembles those you are familliar with in fairy tales? Maybe shall we start the tale of the land of the rising sun, Zipangu? Choose a land, and I shall tell what I know of it, Lady Opaline, and Lady Alainna. For I am nothing more than a mangy merchant who sells mirrors, but travelling the world and revelling in its wonders, too, is part of my job!" Faraam declares in a theatrical fashion, before bowing in a flashy way, like a knight before the queens of his kingdom.