Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-26517142-20170811201913

As soon as the slow spell ceases, and the normal speed resumes, Penelope hears the fanatical drone of the one named Lleh.

"Ohh... I was only hoping to have a good time in this foreign land occupied by a merry band of people, only to know Jeiel's here. What fun!" She pulls ecstatically at Ersha. "So where is he?""

Ersha pushes her down a bit and looks at Haia. "Honey's gonna flip when he sees her." She focuses at the Baphomet. "You're having fun? What about your coven?"

Haia turns to Penelope. "Might I ask...what were you ..running from?"

Jeiel stares on at what might be... Danger in a sultry image.

I mean, right now a trio of maidens are hitting on him without recourse, and they won't cease until they recieve a direct rejection. Which, Jeiel wouldn't be delighted enough to do. He's rejected enough womenafter him in a lifetime...

All of the sudden, he hears....

Melancholy.

Jeiel's head cocks in a frenzy to behind him. "What the..." He stops - and scratches at his head. "Sorry. So, Gail girls..are you interested in..anything here? I can join you on some games."

In his head.. The Eighth....it..can't be......