Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180201185114

(Flame/S9/Table) "Just this one here," Rotha says to Evylyn, resting her head on Eothred's shoulder.

"I'm only three pints in. I'm not an oddity yet," Eothred chuckles.

Dagarr, the spiky-haired Orc lieutenant, elbows her nearby subordinates aside as she steps forward. "Boss, we're gonna get a bite and head to the pool hall, that okay? We've been waiting all week for some R and R."

"Fine," Rotha waves them off. "But no more Alraune shooters. We wanna make sure we're clean enough when we try and head south next week."

"Sure, sure! Thanks boss!" Dagarr and the other Orcs stand and file away excitedly, giving Eothred hungry glances as they leave.

"So you two, you got talent to spare," Rotha says, looking at Lumbre and Des, as she leans back onto Eothred like a cushion. "Ever think about contract mercenary work? Me and the girls are our own company, and we're contracted short-term with the Vantulos to train their scrubs.  You tied with anyone?"